Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All

Love Is Not Dumb. The Heart Speaks Many Ways.

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.