Remote Though Your Farm May Be, It's

Vice Can Deceive Under The Guise And Shadow Of Virtue.

For The Short-lived Bloom And Contracted Span Of Brief And Wretched Life Is Fast Fleeting Away! While We Are Drinking And Calling For Garlands, Ointments, And Women, Old Age Steals Swiftly On With Noiseless Step.

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

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.

No God Is Absent Where Prudence Dwells.