Shame On The Body For Breaking Down

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!

None, None Descends Into Himself, To Find The Secret Imperfections Of His Mind: But Every One Is Eagle-ey'd To See Another's Faults, And His Deformity.

Fortune's Unjust; She Ruins Oft The Brave, And Him Who Should Be Victor, Makes The Slave.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.