Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny. |
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might. |
Time as he grows old teaches all things. |
Words are the physicians of the mind diseased. |
Only when man's life comes to its end in prosperity can one call that man happy. |
I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope |
It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered. |
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends. |
I would far rather be ignorant than wise in the foreboding of evil. |
