Thou Art A Cat, And A Rat,

A Proverb Is A Short Sentence Based On Long Experience.

To Think That The Affairs Of This Life Always Remain In The Same State Is A Vain Presumption; Indeed They All Seem To Be Perpetually Changing And Moving In A Circular Course. Spring Is Followed By Summer, Summer By Autumn, And Autumn By Winter, Which Is Again Followed By Spring, And So Time Continues Its Everlasting Round. But The Life Of Man Is Ever Racing To Its End, Swifter Than Time Itself, Without Hope Of Renewal, Unless In The Next That Is Limitless And Infinite.

I Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

Alas! All Music Jars When The Soul's Out Of Tune.

Riches Are Of Little Avail In Many Of The Calamities To Which Mankind Are Liable.