No One Ever Suddenly Became Depraved.

For The Short-lived Bloom And Contracted Span Of Brief And Wretched Life Is Fast Fleeting Away! While We Are Drinking And Calling For Garlands, Ointments, And Women, Old Age Steals Swiftly On With Noiseless Step.

Honesty's Praised, Then Left To Freeze.

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.

The Traveler Without Money Will Sing Before The Robber. [lat., Cantabit Vacuus Coram Latrone Viator.]