Time is the only test of honest men, one day is space enough to know a rogue.

Why should man fear since chance is all in all for him, and he can clearly foreknow nothing? Best to live lightly, as one can, unthinkingly.

Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.

Fear? What has a man to do with fear? Chance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. Best live as we may, from day to day.

Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud.

The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.

Time alone reveals the just man; but you might discern a bad man in a single day.