Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.

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.

The Thirst For Fame Is Much Greater Than That For Virtue; For Who Would Embrace Virtue Itself If You Take Away Its Rewards? [lat., Tanto Major Famae Sitis Est Quam Virtutis: Quis Enim Virtutem Amplectitur Ipsam Praemia Se Tollas.]

In Their Palate Alone Is Their Reason Of Existence. [lat., In Solo Vivendi Causa Palata Est.]

A Rare Bird Upon The Earth And Very Much Like A Black Swan.

Rare Is The Union Of Beauty And Purity. [lat., Rara Est Adeo Concordia Formae Atque Pudicitiae.]