For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.

Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.

And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness; and he will never come to utter ruin.

Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.

On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.

Excessive fear is always powerless.

To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.