Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight,

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'