Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor,

I Do Not Drink More Than A Sponge.

The Devil Was Sick - The Devil A Monk Would Be, The Devil Was Well The Devil A Monk Was He

There Are More Old Drunkards Than Old Physicians.

One Inch Of Joy Surmounts Of Grief A Span, Because To Laugh Is Proper To The Man.

When My Soul Leaves This Human Dwelling, I Will Not Consider Myself To Have Completely Died, But To Pass From One State To Another, Given That, In You And By You, I Remain In My Visible Image In This World.