Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of

Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None Is More Difficult To Bear Than That It Heaps Men With Ridicule.

What Day Is So Festal It Fails To Reveal Some Theft?

An Excess Of Hoarded Wealth Is The Death Of Many.

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

Some Men Make Money Not For The Sake Of Living, But Ache In The Blindness Of Greed And Live Just For Their Fortune's Sake.