All Wish To Be Learned, But No

It Is Difficult Not To Write Satire.

This Is My Wish, This Is My Command, My Pleasure Is My Reason

Whenever Fortune Wishes To Joke, She Lifts People From What Is Humble To The Highest Extremity Of Affairs.

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

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.]