The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

Lay Ye Down The Golden Chain From Heaven, And Pull At Its Inferior Links Both Goddesses And Gods.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.