Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.

When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.

Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?

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.

The best of seers is he who guesses well.

Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.

Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.