When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, no worthiness.
When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
The care of God for us is a great thing, if a man believe it at heart: it plucks the burden of sorrow from him.
In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).
In my opinion, the unjust man whose tongue is full of glozing rhetoric, merits the heaviest punishment; vaunting that he can with his tongue gloze over injustice, he dares to act wickedly, yet he is not over-wise.