God Gives Each His Due At The

'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My Soul That Swore.

Along With Success Comes A Reputation For Wisdom.

The Man Is Happiest Who Lives From Day To Day And Asks No More, Garnering The Simple Goodness Of Life.

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.