Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They

Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is The Lot Of Mortality We Experience.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

I Have Found Nothing Stronger Than Necessity.

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

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