A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

Do Not Kick Against The Pricks.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.