Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.

Make All Fair Allowance For The Mistakes Of Youth.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None Is More Difficult To Bear Than That It Heaps Men With Ridicule.

The Traveler Without Money Will Sing Before The Robber. [lat., Cantabit Vacuus Coram Latrone Viator.]