Soul Of Fibre And Heart Of Oak.

Riches Are Of Little Avail In Many Of The Calamities To Which Mankind Are Liable.

From Reading Too Much, And Sleeping Too Little, His Brain Dried Up On Him And He Lost His Judgment.

Believe There Are No Limits But The Sky.

Do Not Eat Garlic Or Onions; For Their Smell Will Reveal That You Are A Peasant.

All I Know Is That So Long I Am Asleep I Am Rid Of All Fears And Hopes And Toils And Glory, And Long Live The Man Who Invented Sleep, The Cloak That Covers All Human Thirst.