The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.
So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.
Men who only live to eat.
Be gentle with the young.
The smell of profit is clean and sweet, whatever the source.
Those who desire to become rich, desire it at once.