The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life
Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men.
All go free when multitudes offend.
Nobody ever chooses the already unfortunate as objects of his loyal friendship.
Let him leave the imperial court, who wishes to be virtuous. Virtue and absolute power cannot coexist.
To strictest justice many ills belong, And honesty is often in the wrong.