In All Things That You Do, Consider

Laws Are Like Spider's Webs: If Some Poor Weak Creature Comes Up Against Them, It Is Caught; But A Big One Can Break Through And Get Away.

If Through Your Vices You Afflicted Are, Lay Not The Blame Of Your Distress On God; You Made Your Rulers Mighty, Gave Them Guards, So Now You Groan 'neath Slavery's Heavy Rod.

Wealth Breeds Satiety, Satiety Outrage.

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.

Society Is Well Governed When Its People Obey The Magistrates, And The Magistrates Obey The Law.