How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The

Death Submits To No One.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.

It Is Not Good To Have A Rule Of Many.