Do not counsel what is most pleasant, but what is best. - Solon

Watch well each separate citizen,
Lest having in his heart of hearts
A secret spear, one still may come
Saluting you with cheerful face,
And utter with a double tongue
The feigned good wishes of his wary mind.

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.

That city in which those who are not wronged, no less than those who are wronged, exert themselves to punish the wrongdoers.