It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.
Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.
Excessive love in loathing ever ends.
Sleep, nature's rest, divine tranquility, That brings peace to the mind.
All things may corrupt when minds are prone to evil.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.