Men make their choice: one man honors one God, and one another.
What is god, what is not god, what is between man and god, who shall say?
God gives each his due at the time allotted.
Love’s all in all to women.
When cheated, wife or husband feels the same.
The unrighteous are never really fortunate.
Dead men have no victory.
Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.
The power that keeps cities of men together Is noble preservation of law.
Sufficiency’s enough for men of sense.
The stillest tongue can be the truest friend.
Nothing’s as good as holding on to safety.
Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.
If your life at night is good, you think you have Everything; but, if in that quarter things go wrong, You will consider your best and truest interests Most hateful.
A rare spoil for a man Is the winning of a good wife; very Plentiful are the worthless women.
The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.
Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.
It is said that gifts persuade even the gods.
But woe to him, who left to moan, Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
When roused to rage the maddening populace storms, their fury, like a rolling flame, bursts forth unquenchable; but give its violence ways, it spends itself, and as its force abates, learns to obey and yields it to your will.