No Man Looks With Love On Deeds

A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

My Friends, Whoever Has Had Experience Of Evils Knows How Whenever A Flood Of Ills Comes Upon Mortals, A Man Fears Everything; But Whenever A Divine Force Cheers On Our Voyage, Then We Believe That The Same Fate Will Always Blow Fair.

To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.

If A Man Should Wanton Walk With Crime ... He Shall Find In Death No Great Deliverance.