Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside thy door.
For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.
Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.
Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.