It Is Folly To Put The Plough

Pantagruelism Is A Certain Gaitey Of The Spirit Consisting In A Disdain For The Hazards Of Fortune.

The Right Moment Wears A Full Head Of Hair: When It Has Been Missed, You Can't Get It Back; It's Bald In The Back Of The Head And Never Turns Around.

Wait A Second While I Take A Swig Off This Bottle: It's My True And Only Helicon, My Caballine Fount, My Sole Enthusiasm. Here, Drinking, I Deliberate, I Reason, I Resolve And Conclude. After The Epilogue I Laugh, I Write, I Compose, I Drink. Ennius Drinking Would Write, Writing Would Drink.

In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed Throughout.

So That We May Not Be Like The Athenians, Who Never Consulted Except After The Event Done. [fr., Afin Que Ne Semblons Es Athenians, Qui Ne Consultoient Jamais Sinon Apres Le Cas Faict.]