I Know You Even Under The Skin.

You Follow Words Of The Toga (language Of The Cultivated Class). [lat., Verba Togae Sequeris.]

But When To-morrow Comes, Yesterday's Morrow Will Have Been Already Spent: And Lo! A Fresh Morrow Will Be For Ever Making Away With Our Years, Each Just Beyond Our Grasp.

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

Our Life Is Our Own To-day, To-morrow You Will Be Dust, A Shade, And A Tale That Is Told. Live Mindful Of Death; The Hour Flies.

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