Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own, Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge Such as none other hath, when they are known, They are found shallow.

Strike at a great man, and you will not miss.

From suffering that has been/ Decreed no man will ever find escape

Having advanced to the limit of boldness, child, you have stumbled against the lofty pedestal of Justice.

Gentle time will heal our sorrows.

Show me the man who keeps his house in hand, He's fit for public authority.

Not knowing anything is the sweetest life.