Honor Is The Reward Of Virtue.

Time Is The Herald Of Truth.

Little By Little Old Age Renders The Body Less Powerful.

As In The Case Of Wines That Improve With Age, The Oldest Friendships Ought To Be The Most Delightful.

Enjoy The Blessing Of Strength While You Have It And Do Not Bewail It When It Is Gone, Unless, Forsooth, You Believe That Youth Must Lament The Loss Of Infancy, Or Early Manhood The Passing Of Youth. Life's Race-course Is Fixed; Nature Has Only A Single Path And That Path Is Run But Once, And To Each Stage Of Existence Has Been Allotted Its Own Appropriate Quality; So That The Weakness Of Childhood, The Impetuosity Of Youth, The Seriousness Of Middle Life, The Maturity Of Old Age.. Each Bears Some Of Nature's Fruit, Which Must Be Garnered In Its Own Season.

For What Is There More Hideous Than Avarice, More Brutal Than Lust, More Contemptible Than Cowardice, More Base Than Stupidity And Folly?