For Danger Levels Man And Brute And

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave To Free, These Are Imperial Arts.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.