How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.

In Every Work A Reward Added Makes The Pleasure Twice As Great.

Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered; There Is, As There Should Be, A Commingling.