Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath,

Cheerless Poverty Has No Harder Trial Than This, That It Makes Men The Subject Of Ridicule. [lat., Nil Habet Infelix Paupertas Durius In Se Quam Quod Ridiculos Homines Facit.]

They Whose Sole Bliss Is Eating Can Give But That One Brutish Reason Why They Live.

Writing In The Incurable Itch That Possesses Many.

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.

Nature And Wisdom Always Say The Same.