Every Fault Of The Mind

Generally, Common Sense Is Rare In The (higher) Rank.

No Man Becomes Bad All At Once.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

Avarice Increases With The Increasing Pile Of Gold.

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.