For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.

Lives There The Man With Soul So Dead As To Disown The Wish To Merit The People's Applause, And Having Uttered Words Worthy To Be Kept In Cedar Oil To Latest Times, To Leave Behind Him Rhymes That Dread Neither Herrings Nor Frankincense.

Is Then Thy Knowledge Of No Value, Unless Another Know That Thou Possessest That Knowledge?

The Belly (i.e. Necessity) Is The Teacher Of Art And The Liberal Bestower Of Wit.

Each Man Has His Own Desires; All Do Not Possess The Same Inclinations.

The Belly Is The Giver Of Genius.