For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.

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.

Poverty is bitter, but it has no harder pang than that it makes men ridiculous.

We do not commonly find men of superior sense amongst those of the highest fortune.

No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap

This precept descended from Heaven: know thyself.

Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.