Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.

Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.

For Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife, Though Meant Each Other's Aid, Like Man And Wife.

When We Are Young, We Are Slavishly Employed In Procuring Something Whereby We May Live Comfortably When We Grow Old; And When We Are Old, We Perceive It Is Too Late To Live As We Proposed.