The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).
To generous souls every task is noble.
Arm yourself, my heart: the thing that you must do is fearful, yet inevitable.
In every work a reward added makes the pleasure twice as great.
Your very silence shows you agree.
Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.