Never Does Nature Say One Thing And

Bad Men Hate Sin Through Fear Of Punishment; Good Men Hate Sin Through Their Love Of Virtue.

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.

There Is Nothing Worse Than Words Of Kindness That Lie.

Writing In The Incurable Itch That Possesses Many.

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]