Who Love Too Much, Hate In The

Nor Can One Word Be Chang'd But For A Worse.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.