The Belly Is The Giver Of Genius.

Oh, What A Void There Is In Things.

Please Not Thyself The Flattering Crowd To Hear; 'tis Fulsome Stuff, To Please Thy Itching Ear. Survey Thy Soul, Not What Thou Does Appear, But What Thou Art.

Live According To Your Income.

Quantum Est In Rebus Inane! How Much Folly There Is In Human Affairs.

O Natal Star, Thou Producest Twins Of Widely Different Character. [lat., Geminos, Horoscope, Varo Producis Genio.]