Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.
She knows no difference 'twixt head and privities who devours immense oysters at midnight.
The wise man sets bounds even to his innocent desires.
No god is absent where prudence dwells.
One path alone leads to a life of peace. The path of virtue.
Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.