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No Wicked Man Knows Happiness, And Least Of All The Seducer Of Others.

The Skilful Class Of Flatterers Praise The Discourse Of An Ignorant Friend And The Face Of A Deformed One.

The Thirst For Fame Is Much Greater Than That For Virtue; For Who Would Embrace Virtue Itself If You Take Away Its Rewards? [lat., Tanto Major Famae Sitis Est Quam Virtutis: Quis Enim Virtutem Amplectitur Ipsam Praemia Se Tollas.]

The Doings Of Men, Their Prayers, Fear, Wrath, Pleasure, Delights, And Recreations, Are The Subject Of This Book.

Death Alone Discloses How Insignificant Are The Puny Bodies Of Men.