To Die With Glory, If One Has

The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

There Is No Worse Evil Than A Bad Woman; And Nothing Has Ever Been Produced Better Than A Good One.

Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.