Fortune, Not Wisdom, Rules Lives.

Nature Has Lent Us Life At Interest, Like Money, And Has Fixed No Day For Its Payment.

Like Readily Consorts With Like.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

Care Should Be Taken That The Punishment Does Not Exceed The Guilt; And Also That Some Men Do Not Suffer For Offenses For Which Others Are Not Even Indicted.

For Even If The Allotted Space Of Life Be Short, It Is Long Enough In Which To Live Honorably And Well.