Assist A Man In Raising A Burden;

No One Is Free Who Has Not Obtained The Empire Of Himself.

If Men With Fleshly Mortals Must Be Fed, And Chew With Bleeding Teeth The Breathing Bread; What Else Is This But To Devour Our Guests, And Barbarously Renew Cyclopean Feasts? While Earth Not Only Can Your Needs Supply, But, Lavish Of Her Store, Provides For Luxury; A Guiltless Feast Administers With Ease, And Without Blood Is Prodigal To Please.

A Stone Is Frozen Music

Know That Death Comes To Everyone, And That Wealth Will Sometimes Be Acquired, Sometimes Lost. Whatever Griefs Mortals Suffer By Divine Chance, Whatever Destiny You Have, Endure It And Do Not Complain. But It Is Right To Improve It As Much As You Can, And Remember This: Fate Does Not Give Very Many Of These Griefs To Good People.

Time Is The Soul Of This World.