Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

How Blessed Is He, Who Leads A Country Life, Unvex'd With Anxious Cares, And Void Of Strife! Who Studying Peace, And Shunning Civil Rage, Enjoy'd His Youth, And Now Enjoys His Age: All Who Deserve His Love, He Makes His Own; And, To Be Lov'd Himself, Needs Only To Be Known.

With Odorous Oil Thy Head And Hair Are Sleek; And Then Thou Kemb'st The Tuzzes On Thy Cheek: Of These, My Barbers Take A Costly Care.

The Thought Of Being Nothing After Death Is A Burden Insupportable To A Virtuous Man.

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.