O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink

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.

When Great Assurance Accompanies A Bad Undertaking, Such Is Often Mistaken For Confiding Sincerity By The World At Large.

Every Fault Of The Mind Becomes More Conspicuous And More Guilty In Proportion To The Rank Of The Offender

One Globe Seemed All Too Small For The Youthful Alexander.

Virtue Is The Only And True Nobility. [lat., Nobilitas Sola Est Atque Unica Virtus.]