High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, a herb most bruised is woman.
Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.
When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.
Question everything. Learn something. Answer nothing.