No Man In His Senses Will Dance.

The Remembrance Of Past Misery Is Sweet.

The Thirst Of Desire Is Never Filled, Nor Fully Satisfied.

Let Each Man Have According To His Deserts.

We Rejoice In The Joys Of Our Friends As Much As We Do Our Own, And We Are Equally Grieved At Their Sorrows. Wherefore The Wise People Will Feel Toward Their Friends As They Do Toward Themselves, And Whatever Labor They Would Encounter With A View To Their Own Pleasure, They Will Encounter Also For The Sake Of Their Friends.

Liberty Consists In The Power Of Doing That Which Is Permitted By The Law.