For A Deadly Blow Let Him Pay

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

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.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.