How Vain, Without The Merit,

It Is Always The Latest Song That An Audience Applauds The Most.

If Not Yet Lost To All The Sense Of Shame.

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.