That City In Which Those Who Are

Chide A Friend In Private And Praise Him In Public.

If Through Your Vices You Afflicted Are, Lay Not The Blame Of Your Distress On God; You Made Your Rulers Mighty, Gave Them Guards, So Now You Groan 'neath Slavery's Heavy Rod.

If Things Are Going Well, Religion And Legislation Are Beneficial; If Not, They Are Of No Avail.

Justice, Even If Slow, Is Sure.

Many Evil Men Are Rich, And Good Men Poor, But We Shall Not Exchange With Them Our Excellence For Riches.