Dead Men Have No Victory.

Life Has No Blessing Like A Prudent Friend.

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

There Is The Sky, Which Is All Men's Together.

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.

If One Must Do A Wrong, It's Best To Do It Pursuing Power-otherwise, Let's Have Virtue.