There Is Nothing Which Power Cannot Believe

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

They Whose Sole Bliss Is Eating Can Give But That One Brutish Reason Why They Live.

Nobody Ever Became Depraved All At Once. [lat., Nemo Repente Fuit Turpissimus.]

Money Lost Is Bewailed With Unfeigned Tears. [lat., Ploratur Lacrimis Amissa Pecunia Veris.]

Few Tyrants Go Down To The Infernal Regions By A Natural Death.