Even Savage Animals Can Agree Among Themselves.

No Wicked Man Knows Happiness, And Least Of All The Seducer Of Others.

Dat Veniam Corvis, Vexat Censura Columbas. - Censure Acquits The Raven, But Pursues The Dove.

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]