No God Is Absent Where Prudence Dwells.

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

No Man Becomes Bad All At Once.

No Wicked Man Knows Happiness, And Least Of All The Seducer Of Others.

Those Who Desire To Become Rich, Desire It At Once.

The Pupil Will Eclipse His Tutor, I Warrant.