All Men Whilst They Are

When One Told Plistarchus That A Notorious Railer Spoke Well Of Him, "i'll Lay My Life," Said He, "somebody Hath Told Him I Am Dead, For He Can Speak Well Of No Man Living.'

The Whole Life Of Man Is But A Point Of Time; Let Us Enjoy It.

It Is A Difficult Task, O Citizens, To Make Speeches To The Belly, Which Has No Ears.

Not By Lamentations And Mournful Chants Ought We To Celebrate The Funeral Of A Good Man, But By Hymns, For In Ceasing To Be Numbered With Mortals He Enters Upon The Heritage Of A Diviner Life.

It Is Circumstance And Proper Measure That Give An Action Its Character, And Make It Either Good Or Bad.