He Whom The Gods Love Dies Young.

If You Are Wise, Be Wise; Keep What Goods The Gods Provide You.

Courage Is Its Own Reward.

How Bitter It Is To Reap A Harvest Of Evil For Good That You Have Done! [lat., Ut Acerbum Est, Pro Benefactis Quom Mali Messem Metas!]

Nothing Is There More Friendly To A Man Than A Friend In Need.

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.