Mankind led on by gods err all too easily.
Slight not what's near through aiming at what's far.
Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.
The language of truth is simple.
This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.
Out of some little thing, too free a tongue can make an outrageous wrangle.