In The Present State Of The World

The Love Of Popularity Holds You In A Vice.

For Women's Tears Are But The Sweat Of Eyes.

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

Let Him Love None And Be By None Beloved!

Virture Offers The Only Path In This Life That Leads To Tranquility.