The Gift Of A Bad Man Can

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

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

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.