Each Man Has His Fancy.

Thou Art Moist And Soft Clay; Thou Must Instantly Be Shaped By The Glowing Wheel. [lat., Udum Et Molle Lutum Es: Nunc, Nunc Properandus Et Acri Fingendus Sine Fine Rota.]

Is Then Thy Knowledge Of No Value, Unless Another Know That Thou Possessest That Knowledge?

You Pray For Good Health And A Body That Will Be Strong In Old Age. Good-but Your Rich Foods Block The Gods' Answer And Tie Jupiter's Hands.

But When To-morrow Comes, Yesterday's Morrow Will Have Been Already Spent: And Lo! A Fresh Morrow Will Be For Ever Making Away With Our Years, Each Just Beyond Our Grasp.

Indulge, And To Thy Genius Freely Give, For Not To Live At Ease Is Not To Live.