When Great Assurance Accompanies A Bad Undertaking,

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

It Is But The Weak And Little Mind That Rejoices In Revenge

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

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. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]

Cheerless Poverty Has No Harder Trial Than This, That It Makes Men The Subject Of Ridicule. [lat., Nil Habet Infelix Paupertas Durius In Se Quam Quod Ridiculos Homines Facit.]