The Life Of Men Is

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm; Great Good Fortune Comes To Failure In The End. All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes; To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man. The Coward Despairs.

Sweet Is The Remembrance Of Troubles When You Are In Safety.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

Learned We May Be With Another Man's Learning: We Can Only Be Wise With Wisdom Of Our Own: [i Hate A Sage Who Is Not Wise For Himself]