War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.