Again, A Smooth Answer, Signifying Nothing.

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

For No Mortal Ever Attains To Blessedness. One May Be Luckier Than Another When Wealth Flows His Way, But Blessed Never.

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

For With Slight Efforts How Should We Obtain Great Results? It Is Foolish Even To Desire It.