The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

No One Can Hurry Me Down To Hades Before My Time, But If A Man's Hour Is Come, Be He Brave Or Be He Coward, There Is No Escape For Him When He Has Once Been Born.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

Life Is Not To Be Bought With Heaps Of Gold; Not All Apollo's Pythian Treasures Hold, Or Troy Once Held, In Peace And Pride Of Sway, Can Bribe The Poor Possession Of The Day.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.