May He Die With No Joy At

Try First Thyself, And After Call In God; For To The Worker God Himself Lends Aid.

In My Opinion, The Unjust Man Whose Tongue Is Full Of Glozing Rhetoric, Merits The Heaviest Punishment; Vaunting That He Can With His Tongue Gloze Over Injustice, He Dares To Act Wickedly, Yet He Is Not Over-wise.

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.