For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

God's Most Lordly Gift To Man Is Decency Of Mind.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

Nought Is There In Wealth That Serves As Bulwark 'gainst The Subtle Stealth Of Destiny And Doom.