The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But Rare!

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.