Poets Tell Many Lies.

Wealth I Desire To Have; But Wrongfully To Get It, I Do Not Wish.

Say Nothing But Good Of The Dead.

Justice, Even If Slow, Is Sure.

That City In Which Those Who Are Not Wronged, No Less Than Those Who Are Wronged, Exert Themselves To Punish The Wrongdoers.

Put More Trust In Nobility Of Character Than In An Oath.