For hostile word let hostile word be paid.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.

Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.

Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.