Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

Press Not A Falling Man Too Far; 'tis Virtue: His Faults Lie Open To The Laws; Let Them, Not You, Correct Him.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.