How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong!
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
There is no greater evil than anarchy.
Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
The joy that comes past hope and beyond expectation is like no other pleasure in extent.