A Slave Is He Who Cannot Speak

Learned We May Be With Another Man's Learning: We Can Only Be Wise With Wisdom Of Our Own: [i Hate A Sage Who Is Not Wise For Himself]

Power Gives No Purchase To The Hand, It Will Not Hold, Soon Perishes, And Greatness Goes.

Wealth Stays With Us A Little Moment If At All: Only Our Characters Are Steadfast, Not Our Gold.

Often A Noble Face Hides Filthy Ways.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.