In All Things Let Reason Be Your

I Grow Old, Ever Learning Many Things.

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.

Say Nothing But Good Of The Dead.

Each Day Grow Older, And Learn Something New.

True Blessedness Consisteth In A Good Life And A Happy Death.