The Belly Is The Giver Of Genius.

Hunger Is The Teacher Of The Arts And The Bestower Of Invention. -magister Artis Ingenique Largitor Venter

Lives There The Man With Soul So Dead As To Disown The Wish To Merit The People's Applause, And Having Uttered Words Worthy To Be Kept In Cedar Oil To Latest Times, To Leave Behind Him Rhymes That Dread Neither Herrings Nor Frankincense.

Our Life Is Our Own To-day, To-morrow You Will Be Dust, A Shade, And A Tale That Is Told. Live Mindful Of Death; The Hour Flies.

That No One, No One At All, Should Try To Search Into Himself! But The Wallet Of The Person In Front Is Carefully Kept In View. [lat., Ut Nemo In Sese Tentat Descendere, Nemo! Sed Praecedenti Spectatur Mantica Tergo.]

The Belly (i.e. Necessity) Is The Teacher Of Art And The Liberal Bestower Of Wit.