He That Will Sell His Fame Will

Often The Wicked Prosper, While The Righteous Starve; Yet I Would Never Exchange My State For Theirs, My Virtue For Their Gold. For Mine Endures, While Riches Change Their Owner Every Day.

Angels Are Winged With God's Power.

Watch Well Each Separate Citizen, Lest Having In His Heart Of Hearts A Secret Spear, One Still May Come Saluting You With Cheerful Face, And Utter With A Double Tongue The Feigned Good Wishes Of His Wary Mind.

Rich People Without Wisdom And Learning Are But Sheep With Golden Fleeces.

No More Good Must Be Attempted Than The Nation Can Bear