Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

Wiles And Deceit Are Female Qualities.

Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.

The Man Who Does Ill, Ill Must Suffer Too.

It Is Always In Season For Old Men To Learn.