By His Own Verdict No Guilty Man

The Gods Alone Know, What Kind Of Wife A Man Will Have.

The Guilty Are Alarmed And Turn Pale At The Slightest Thunder.

This Is My Wish, This Is My Command, My Pleasure Is My Reason

Great Power Which Incites Great Envy, Hurls Some Men To Destruction; They Are Drowned In A Long Splendid Stream Of Honors.

It Is Difficult Not To Write Satire.