Vice Can Deceive Under The Guise And

It Is Sheer Madness To Live In Want In Order To Be Wealthy When You Die.

Yes, Know Thyself: In Great Concerns Or Small, Be This Thy Care, For This, My Friend, Is All.

Fortune Can, For Her Pleasure, Fools Advance, And Toss Them On The Wheels Of Chance.

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us.

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.