Those Who Desire To Become Rich, Desire

The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest Part.

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

An Excess Of Hoarded Wealth Is The Death Of Many.

Drooping Along The Ground The Vine Misses Its Widowed Elm.

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