Sufficiency's Enough For Men Of Sense.

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

When Love Is In Excess, It Brings A Man No Honor, No Worthiness.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

Soon All Of You Immortals Will Be As Dead As We Are! Come On Then, What Are You Waiting For? Have You Run Out Of Thunderbolts?

If Some Appalling Disaster Befalls, There's Always A Way For The Rich.