Of All The Gods Only Death Does

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.

Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.