Here We All Live In

Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.

We Are All Easily Taught To Imitate What Is Base And Depraved. [lat., Dociles Imitandis Turpibus Ac Pravis Omnes Sumus.]

It Is Sheer Madness To Live In Want In Order To Be Wealthy When You Die.

Be, As Many Now Are, Luxurious To Yourself, Parsimonious To Your Friends. [lat., Esto, Ut Nunc Multi, Dives Tibi Pauper Amicis.]