Poets Tell Many Lies.

I Grow Old, Ever Learning Many Things.

Many Evil Men Are Rich, And Good Men Poor, But We Shall Not Exchange With Them Our Excellence For Riches.

That City In Which Those Who Are Not Wronged, No Less Than Those Who Are Wronged, Exert Themselves To Punish The Wrongdoers.

Poets Tell Many Lies.

As I Grow Older, I Constantly Learn More.