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.
In giving advice seek to help, not to please, your friend.
Poets tell many lies.
To make an empire durable, the magistrates must obey the laws and the people the magistrates.
Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.
In all things that you do, consider the end.