In Every Work A Reward Added Makes

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

In My Opinion, The Unjust Man Whose Tongue Is Full Of Glozing Rhetoric, Merits The Heaviest Punishment; Vaunting That He Can With His Tongue Gloze Over Injustice, He Dares To Act Wickedly, Yet He Is Not Over-wise.

I Know Indeed What Evil I Intend To Do, But Stronger Than All My Afterthoughts Is My Fury, Fury That Brings Upon Mortals The Greatest Evils.

But Learn That To Die Is A Debt We Must All Pay.

A Just Cause Needs No Interpreting. It Carries Its Own Case. But The Unjust Argument Since It Is Sick, Needs Clever Medicine.