Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath,

A Lucky Man Is Rarer Than A White Crow.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

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

When The Mischief Is Done The Door Is Shut.

Give Them Bread And Circuses And They Will Never Revolt