A wise doctor does not mutter incantations over a sore that needs the knife.
Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all.
Look how men live, always precariously balanced between good and bad fortune.
Old age and the passage of time teach all things.
What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?
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.