Luck Often Raises Vulgarity To A High

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us.

But Grant The Wrath Of Heaven Be Great, 'tis Slow. [lat., Ut Sit Magna Tamen Certe Lenta Ira Deorum Est.]

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

What Is More Cruel Than A Tyrant's Ear?

Dat Veniam Corvis, Vexat Censura Columbas. - Censure Acquits The Raven, But Pursues The Dove.