The Arrows Are From Her

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

The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

No God Is Absent Where Prudence Dwells.

It Is Difficult Not To Write Satire.

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