To Generous Souls Every Task

Along With Success Comes A Reputation For Wisdom.

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.

The Same Man Cannot Well Be Skilled In Everything; Each Has His Special Excellence.

The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs Wild, Worse Than Raging Fire, While The Man Who Stands Apart Is Called A Coward.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.