I Am Going To Seek A Grand

Against Fortune The Carter Cracks His Whip In Vain. [fr., Centre Fortune, La Diverse Un Chartier Rompit Nazardes Son Fouet.]

Science Without Conscience Is The Soul's Perdition.

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

Bring Down The Curtain, The Farce Is Over

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.