Every Man Must Be Content With That

...whose Souls, Albeit In A Cloudy Memory, Yet Seek Back Their Good, But, Like Drunk Men, Know Not The Road Home.

For In All Adversity Of Fortune The Worst Sort Of Misery Is To Have Been Happy.

Music Is Part Of Us, And Either Ennobles Or Degrades Our Behavior.

And No Renown Can Render You Well-known: For If You Think That Fame Can Lengthen Life By Mortal Famousness Immortalized, The Day Will Come That Takes Your Fame As Well, And There A Second Death For You Awaits.

A Man Content To Go To Heaven Alone Will Never Go To Heaven.