O Natal Star, Thou Producest Twins Of

The Belly (i.e. Necessity) Is The Teacher Of Art And The Liberal Bestower Of Wit.

Quantum Est In Rebus Inane! How Much Folly There Is In Human Affairs.

Thou Art Moist And Soft Clay; Thou Must Instantly Be Shaped By The Glowing Wheel. [lat., Udum Et Molle Lutum Es: Nunc, Nunc Properandus Et Acri Fingendus Sine Fine Rota.]

Oh, The Cares Of Men! How Much Emptiness There Is In Human Concerns!

He Conquers Who Endures.