Those Who Desire To Become Rich, Desire

An Excess Of Hoarded Wealth Is The Death Of Many.

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

One Path Alone Leads To A Life Of Peace. The Path Of Virtue.

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

Great Power Which Incites Great Envy, Hurls Some Men To Destruction; They Are Drowned In A Long Splendid Stream Of Honors.