Rarely Do We Meet In One Combined,

Every Vice Makes Its Guilt The More Conspicuous In Proportion To The Rank Of The Offender. [lat., Omne Animi Vitium Tanto Conspectius In Se Crimen Habet, Quanto Major Qui Peccat Habetur.]

Luck Often Raises Vulgarity To A High Position, To Create Mirth For The Beholders.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

The Tongue Is The Worst Part Of A Bad Servant.

Poverty Is Bitter, But It Has No Harder Pang Than That It Makes Men Ridiculous.