The Love Of Money Grows As The

Luxury Is More Deadly Than Any Foe.

No Other Protection Is Wanting, Provided You Are Under The Guidance Of Prudence.

Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's Face

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Rare Is The Union Of Beauty And Purity. [lat., Rara Est Adeo Concordia Formae Atque Pudicitiae.]