He Who Is Virtuous Is

Nothing Is Miserable Unless You Think It So; And On The Other Hand, Nothing Brings Happiness Unless You Are Content With It.

For In All Adversity Of Fortune The Worst Sort Of Misery Is To Have Been Happy.

Man Is So Constituted That He Then Only Excels Other Things When He Knows Himself.

He Who Has Calmly Reconciled His Life To Fate, And Set Proud Death Beneath His Feet, Can Look Fortune In The Face, Unbending Both To Good And Bad; His Countenance Unconquered.

Love Binds People Too, In Matrimony's Sacred Bonds Where Chaste Lovers Are Met, And Friends Cement Their Trust And Friendship. How Happy Is Mankind, If The Love That Orders The Stars Above Rules, Too, In Your Hearts.