On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does

Ah, Lives Of Men! When Prosperous They Glitter - Like A Fair Picture; When Misfortune Comes - A Wet Sponge At One Blow Has Blurred The Painting.

Wisdom Comes Through Suffering. Trouble, With Its Memories Of Pain, Drips In Our Hearts As We Try To Sleep, So Men Against Their Will Learn To Practice Moderation. Favours Come To Us From Gods.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

It Is A Profitable Thing, If One Is Wise, To Seem Foolish.