The Popular Breeze - Aura Popularis

There Is No Treasure The Which May Be Compared Unto A Faithful Friend; Gold Some Decayeth, And Worldly Wealth Consumeth, And Wasteth In The Winde; But Love Once Planted In A Perfect And Pure Minde Indureth Weale And Woe; The Frownes Of Fortune, Come They Never So Unkinde, Cannot The Same Overthrowe.

No Sober Person Dances.

That Which Leads Us To The Performance Of Duty By Offering Pleasure As Its Reward, Is Not Virtue, But A Deceptive Copy And Imitation Of Virtue. [lat., Nam Quae Voluptate, Quasi Mercede Aliqua, Ad Officium Impellitur, Ea Non Est Virtus Sed Fallax Imitatio Simulatioque Virtutis.]

Physicians, When The Cause Of Disease Is Discovered, Consider That The Cure Is Discovered.

Sweet Is The Memory Of Past Troubles.