Nobody Ever Became Depraved All At Once.

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

We Are Too Quick To Imitate Depraved Examples.

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

They Do Not Easily Rise Whose Abilities Are Repressed By Poverty At Home. [lat., Haud Facile Emergunt Quorum Virtutibus Obstat Res Angusta Domi.]