Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

None Can Hold Fortune Still And Make It Last.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

Pay Special Attention To Their Agony So I Might Take Some Pleasure.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

Chance Fights Ever On The Side Of The Prudent.