By Time And Toil We Sever What

Tis Thus We Heed No Instincts But Our Own, Believe No Evil, Till The Evil's Done. [fr., Nous N'ecoutons D'instincts Que Ceux Qui Sont Les Notres. Et Ne Croyons Le Mal Que Quand Il Est Venu.]

Sensible People Find Nothing Useless. [fr., Il N'est Rien D'inutile Aux Personnes De Sens.]

Our Condition Never Satisfies Us; The Present Is Always The Worst. Though Jupiter Should Grant His Request To Each, We Should Continue To Importune Him.

Neither Blows From Pitchfork, Nor From The Lash, Can Make Him Change His Ways. [fr., Coups De Fourches Ni D'etriveres, Ne Lui Font Changer De Manieres.]

It Is Good To Be Charitable; But To Whom? That Is The Point. As To The Ungrateful, There Is Not One Who Does Not At Last Die Miserable.