Led On By Impulse, And

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.

But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills Is Old Age Surrounded!

Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's Face

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

The Traveler Without Money Will Sing Before The Robber. [lat., Cantabit Vacuus Coram Latrone Viator.]