A Shamefaced Man Makes A Bad Beggar.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

And Bear Unmov'd The Wrongs Of Base Mankind, The Last, And Hardest, Conquest Of The Mind.