Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.

For Hostile Word Let Hostile Word Be Paid.

Ah, Lives Of Men! When Prosperous They Glitter - Like A Fair Picture; When Misfortune Comes - A Wet Sponge At One Blow Has Blurred The Painting.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

Good Fortune Is A God Among Men, And More Than A God.

It Is Like A Woman Indeed To Take Rapture Before The Fact Is Shown For True. They Believe Too Easily, Are Too Quick To Shift From Ground To Ground; And Swift Indeed The Rumor Voiced By A Woman Dies Again.