Revenge, We Find, The Abject Pleasure Of

The Venal Herd. [lat., Venale Pecus.]

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. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]

No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All At Once.

Let Nothing Offensive To The Ear Or The Eye Enter These Thresholds, Within Which Youth Dwells.

Many Commit The Same Crimes With A Very Different Result. One Bears A Cross For His Crime; Another A Crown.