Of The Woes Of Unhappy

Men Who Only Live To Eat.

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

Dare To Do Something Worth Of Exile And Prison If You Mean To Be Anybody. Virtue Is Praised And Left To Freeze. [lat., Aude Aliquid Brevibus Gyaris Et Carcere Dignum Si Vis Esse Aliquis. Probitas Laudatur Et Alget.]

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed. [lat., Nam Scelus Intra Se Tacitum Qui Cogitat Ullum, Facti Crimen Habet.]

There Will He Nothing More That Posterity Can Add To Our Immoral Habits; Our Descendants Must Have The Same Desires And Act The Same Follies As Their Sires. Every Vice Has Reached Its Zenith.