A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

We Men Are Wretched Things.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.