Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I

There Is As Much Confusion In The World Of The Gods As In Ours.

A Just Cause Needs No Interpreting. It Carries Its Own Case. But The Unjust Argument Since It Is Sick, Needs Clever Medicine.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.

It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My Girl, That Keep A Husband.