I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost

In Everything The Middle Road Is Best.

Slander-mongers And Those Who Listen To Slander, If I Had My Way, Would All Be Strung Up, The Talkers By The Tongue, The Listeners By The Ears.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

Property Is Unstable, And Youth Perishes In A Moment. Life Itself Is Held In The Grinning Fangs Of Death, Yet Men Delay To Obtain Release From The World. Alas, The Conduct Of Mankind Is Surprising.

Drink, Live Like The Greeks, Eat, Gorge.