Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.

What Anger Worse Or Slower To Abate Then Lovers Love When It Turns To Hate.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

Some Wisdom You Must Learn From One Who's Wise

Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

Soon All Of You Immortals Will Be As Dead As We Are! Come On Then, What Are You Waiting For? Have You Run Out Of Thunderbolts?