To Lay Down One's Life For The

The Gods Alone Know, What Kind Of Wife A Man Will Have.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?

Led On By Impulse, And Blind And Ungovernable Desires.

Do Not Pluck The Beard Of A Dead Lion. [lat., Noli Barbam Vellere Mortuo Leoni.]