To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.

Alas For The Affairs Of Men! When They Are Fortunate You Might Compare Them To A Shadow; And If They Are Unfortunate, A Wet Sponge With One Dash Wipes The Picture Away.

The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.