Many Suffer From The Incurable

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

The Abuse Of Cabmen In A Block.

Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

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.]

One Path Alone Leads To A Life Of Peace. The Path Of Virtue.