The lips of moderate speech with grace are hung.
When on your home falls unforeseen distress,
Half-clothed come neighbors; kinsmen stay to dress.
Justice is a virgin pure.
The road to vice is broad and easy; that of virtue, difficult, long, and steep
Fools! not to know how better for the soul,
An honest half than an ill-gotten whole.
Oh! gorged with gold, ye kingly judges hear!
Make straight your paths; your crooked judgments fear.
How richer he who dines on herbs with health