Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.

Whatever hour God has blessed you with, take it with a grateful hand.

What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

As riches grow, care follows, and a thirst For more and more.

I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.

Money amassed either serves us or rules us.