Few tyrants go down to the infernal regions by a natural death.
Beasts of like kind will spare those of kindred spots.
It is a wretched thing to rest upon the fame of others, lest, the supporting pillar being removed, the superstructure should collapse in ruin.
Rarely do we meet in one combined, a beauteous body and a virtuous mind.
The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.
The arrows are from her dowry.