Fortune Is For All, Judgment

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

Self-will In The Man Who Does Not Reckon Wisely Is By Itself The Weakest Of All Things.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.