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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.

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I grow old, ever learning many things.
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Growth Learning Old
Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.
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Call Death Happiness Himself
Each day grow older, and learn something new.
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Day Growth Learning Old
Honors achieved far exceed those that are created.
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Achievement Creation Excess
Wealth I desire to have; but wrongfully to get it, I do not wish.
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Desire Myself Wealth Wrong
The ideal state is that in which an injury done to the least of its citizens is an injury done to all.
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Citizenship Ideal Injury State
Consider your honour, as a gentleman, of more weight than an oath.
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Gentle Man Promise Yourself
Say nothing but good of the dead.
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Death Goodness One Liner
Justice, even if slow, is sure.
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Justice One Liner Slow
Learn to obey before you command.
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Command Learning Obedience Yourself
If things are going well, religion and legislation are beneficial; if not, they are of no avail.
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Benefit Legislation Religion
Put more trust in nobility of character than in an oath.
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Character Noble Promise Trust
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.
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Blame God Guard Rule Slave Vice Yourself
In all things that you do, consider the end.
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End Yourself
Laws are like spiders webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape.
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Break Escape Law Small Spider
That city in which those who are not wronged, no less than those who are wronged, exert themselves to punish the wrongdoers.
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Action Punishment Wrong

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.

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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.

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