This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.
Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.
To generous souls every task is noble.
A wise man in his house should find a wife gentle and courteous, or no wife at all.
An ally need not own the land he helps.
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.