Obtuseness is sometimes a virtue.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
Wrong is wrong; no fallacy can hide it, no subterfuge cover it so shrewdly but that the All-Seeing One will discover and punish it.
History is only time furnished with dates and rich with events.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
Very nice couplet, although there are dull stretches.