It Often Happens That Less Depends Upon

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

It Should Not Prejudice My Voice That I'm Not Born A Man, If I Say Something Advantageous To The Present Situation. For I'm Taxed Too, And As A Toll Provide Men For The Nation.

Thou Shouldst Not Decide Until Thou Hast Heard What Both Have To Say.

Wealth--the Most Excellent Of All Gods.

When Men Drink, Then They Are Rich And Successful And Win Lawsuits And Are Happy And Help Their Friends. Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.