The Guilty Are Alarmed And Turn Pale

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

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]

No Man Becomes Bad All At Once.

Censure Pardons The Ravens But Rebukes The Doves. [the Innocent Are Punished And The Wicked Escape.]