It Is But The Weak And Little

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

Indignation Leads To The Making Of Poetry. [lat., Facit Indignatio Versum.]

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.

For The Short-lived Bloom And Contracted Span Of Brief And Wretched Life Is Fast Fleeting Away! While We Are Drinking And Calling For Garlands, Ointments, And Women, Old Age Steals Swiftly On With Noiseless Step.

Money Lost Is Bewailed With Unfeigned Tears. [lat., Ploratur Lacrimis Amissa Pecunia Veris.]