Giving Words [is] An Act

The Age Was Still Dark And Reeked Of The Havoc And Misfortunes Of The Goths Who Had Put All Good Literature To Destruction. But, By God's Goodness, In My Time Light And Dignity Were Returned To Letters, And I See There Such Improvement That Today I Would Have Great Difficulty Being Admitted To The Most Elementary Classes--i, Who In My Time Was Reputed To Be (and Not Wrongly) To Be The Most Knowledgeable Person Of The Century.

Strike The Iron Whilst It Is Hot.

A Certain Jollity Of Mind, Pickled In The Scorn Of Fortune.

I Drink Eternally. For Me It Is An Eternity Of Drinking, And A Drinking Up Of Eternity.

Bring Down The Curtain, The Farce Is Over