For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.

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

Let Them (the Wicked) See The Beauty Of Virtue, And Pine At Having Forsaken Her. [lat., Virtutem Videant, Intabescantque Relicta.]

Things Fit Only To Give Weight To Smoke.

Quantum Est In Rebus Inane! How Much Folly There Is In Human Affairs.

Each Man Has His Fancy.