Never Does Nature Say One Thing And

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

To Lay Down One's Life For The Truth.

Limits The Romans' Anxieties To Two Things - Bread And Games.

Fond Man! Though All The Heroes Of Your Line Bedeck Your Halls, And Round Your Galleries Shine In Proud Display; Yet Take This Truth From Me-- Virtue Alone Is True Nobility!

The Man Whose Purse Is Empty Can Cheerfully Sing Before The Robber.