Savage Bears Keep At Peace

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.

Give Them Bread And Circuses And They Will Never Revolt

Those Who Do Not Wish To Kill Any One, Wish They Had The Power. [lat., Et Qui Nolunt Occidere Quemquam Posse Volunt.]

There Is No Reliance To Be Placed On Appearance.

For The Short-lived Bloom And Contracted Span Of Brief And Wretched Life Is Fast Fleeting Away! While We Are Drinking And Calling For Garlands, Ointments, And Women, Old Age Steals Swiftly On With Noiseless Step.