Revenge, We Find, The Abject Pleasure Of

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.

Cheerless Poverty Has No Harder Trial Than This, That It Makes Men The Subject Of Ridicule. [lat., Nil Habet Infelix Paupertas Durius In Se Quam Quod Ridiculos Homines Facit.]

Such Men As Fortune Raises From A Mean Estate To The Highest Elevation By Way Of A Joke.

One Man Meets An Infamous Punishment For That Crime Which Confers A Diadem On Others.

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak