Better Be Mute, Than Dispute With The

Declining From The Public Ways, Walk In Unfrequented Paths.

If Men With Fleshly Mortals Must Be Fed, And Chew With Bleeding Teeth The Breathing Bread; What Else Is This But To Devour Our Guests, And Barbarously Renew Cyclopean Feasts? While Earth Not Only Can Your Needs Supply, But, Lavish Of Her Store, Provides For Luxury; A Guiltless Feast Administers With Ease, And Without Blood Is Prodigal To Please.

Govern Your Tongue Before All Other Things, Following The Gods.

Alas, What Wickedness To Swallow Flesh Into Our Own Flesh, To Fatten Our Greedy Bodies By Cramming In Other Bodies, To Have One Living Creature Fed By The Death Of Another!

Strength Of Mind Rests In Sobriety; For This Keeps Your Reason Unclouded By Passion.