If You Would Have A Good Wife,

You Gazed At The Moon And Fell In The Gutter.

We Have All Forgot More Than We Remember.

Serving One's Own Passions Is The Greatest Slavery.

Fame Is The Echo Of Actions, Resounding Them To The World, Save That The Echo Repeats Only The Last Art, But Fame Relates All, And Often More Than All.

Slight Small Injuries, And They Will Become None At All.