Death Is The Vast Perhaps.

In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed Throughout.

Remove Idleness From The World And Soon The Arts Of Cupid Would Perish.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Purpose, Draw The Curtain, The Farce Is Played.

Against Fortune The Carter Cracks His Whip In Vain. [fr., Centre Fortune, La Diverse Un Chartier Rompit Nazardes Son Fouet.]

Half The World Does Not Know How The Other Half Lives.