Liberty begets license.

Death renders all equal.

Death is the great leveller.

Nor is heaven always at peace.

Whoever desires is always poor.

The covetous man is always poor.

Virtue is indeed its own reward.

Here is a fine field for talent.

Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.

Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.

Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.

Virtue when concealed is a worthless thing.

A severe war lurks under the show of peace.

The best manners are stained by haughtiness.

The fickle populace always change with the prince.

He who seeks to terrify others is more in fear himself.

Power call achieve more by gentle means than by violence.

The noblest character is stained by the addition of pride.

The afflictions to which we are accustomed, do not disturb us.

Nothing is more annoying than a low man raised to a high position.

Alas! by what slight means are great affairs brought to destruction.

What Roman power slowly built, an unarmed traitor instantly overthrew.

Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.

They are raised on high that they may be dashed to pieces with a greater fall.

Nature has granted to all to be happy, if we did but know how to use her benefits.

Nature has given the opportunity of happiness to all, knew they but how to use it.

In sleep, when fancy is let loose to play, Our dreams repeat the wishes of the day.

Nature has placed his own happiness in each man's hands, if he only knew how to use it.

Men live best upon a little; Nature has given to all the privilege of being happy, if they but knew how to use their gifts.

The people are fashioned according to the example of their kings; and edicts are of less power than the life of their ruler.

The people become more observant of justice, and do not refuse to submit to the laws when they see them obeyed by their enactor.

He is next to the gods whom reason, and not passion, impels; and who, after weighing the facts, can measure the punishment with discretion.

Men live best on moderate means: Nature has dispensed to all men wherewithal to be happy, if mankind did but understand how to use her gifts.

Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.

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