Wisdom Is The Winner Over Good Luck.

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

Who'd Bear To Hear The Gracchi Chide Sedition?

Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's Face

Dare To Do Something Worthy Of Transportation And A Prison, If You Mean To Be Anybody.