The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

An Excess Of Hoarded Wealth Is The Death Of Many.

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.

The Love Of Money Grows As The Money Itself Grows.

One Man Meets An Infamous Punishment For That Crime Which Confers A Diadem On Others.

A Child Is Owed The Greatest Respect; If You Have Ever Have Something Disgraceful In Mind, Don't Ignore Your Son's Tender Years.