If through your vices you afflicted are, Lay not the blame of your distress on God; You made your rulers mighty, gave them guards, So now you groan 'neath slavery's heavy rod.
Poets tell many lies.
Learn to obey before you command.
He that will sell his fame will also sell the public interest.
In all things let reason be your guide.
Satiety comes of riches and contumaciousness of satiety.