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.

All wish to be learned, but no one is willing to pay the price.

Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.

A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.

We are too quick to imitate depraved examples.

Beasts of like kind will spare those of kindred spots.

Nature and wisdom always say the same.