He Will Be The Last

The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

Make All Fair Allowance For The Mistakes Of Youth.

There Is Nothing Worse Than Words Of Kindness That Lie.

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.