Even When I'm Railed At, I Get

Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

Desire Is Poison At Lunch And Wormwood At Dinner; Your Bed Is A Stone, Friendship Is Hateful And Your Fancy Is Always Fixed On One Thing.

The Best Thing For A Man To Do Is To Be Born And, Being Born, To Die At Once.

Age Has A Good Mind And Sorry Shanks.

I Am, Indeed, A King, Because I Know How To Rule Myself.