Never Does Nature Say One Thing And

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]

Vice Can Deceive Under The Guise And Shadow Of Virtue.

They Whose Sole Bliss Is Eating Can Give But That One Brutish Reason Why They Live.

Never Does Nature Say One Thing And Wisdom Another.

A Rare Bird Upon The Earth And Very Much Like A Black Swan.