When Your Armour Is On, It Is

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]

No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All At Once.

Quis Costodiet Ipsos Custodies? (who Will Watch The Watchers?)

This Is His First Punishment, That By The Verdict Of His Own Heart No Guilty Man Is Acquitted.

A Man's Word Is Believed Just To The Extent Of The Wealth In His Coffers Stored.