Justice, even if slow, is sure.

Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.

No man is happy; he is at best fortunate.

Call no man happy until he is dead, but only lucky.

Rich people without wisdom and learning are but sheep with golden fleeces.

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.