The Greatest Reverence Is Due To A

The Only Gain From The Friendship Of The Great Is A Fine Dinner.

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.

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.

The Fisherman Could Perhaps Be Bought For Less Than The Fish.

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