There Is Nothing Holy Nor Sacred To

Few And Signally Blessed Are Those Whom Jupiter Has Destined To Be Cabbage-planters. For They've Always One Foot On The Ground Andthe Other Not Far From It. Anyone Is Welcome To Argue About Felicity And Supreme Happiness. But The Man Who Plants Cabbages I Now Positively Declare To Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

To Laugh Is Proper To Man.

Time, Which Wears Down And Diminishes All Things, Augments And Increases Good Deeds, Because A Good Turn Liberally Offered To A Reasonable Man Grows Continually Through Noble Thought And Memory.

Nature Made The Day For Exercise, Work And Seeing To One's Business; And ... It Provides Us With A Candle, Which Is To Say The Bright And Joyous Light Of The Sun.

The Scent Of Wine, Oh How Much More Agreeable, Laughing, Praying, Celestial And Delicious It Is Than That Of Oil!