No Season Now For Calm,

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.

All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.

A Councilor Ought Not To Sleep The Whole Night Through, A Man To Whom The Populace Is Entrusted, And Who Has Many Responsibilities.

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.