For With Slight Efforts How Should We

The Life Of Men Is Painful.

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.

Talk Sense To A Fool And He Calls You Foolish.

I Hate It In Friends When They Come Too Late To Help.

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.