To Die With Glory, If One Has

There Is Desire In Those Who Love To Hear About Their Loved Ones' Pains.

And Wealth Abides Not, It Is But For A Day.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Real Friendship Is Shown In Times Of Trouble; Prosperity Is Full Of Friends.

Learned We May Be With Another Man's Learning: We Can Only Be Wise With Wisdom Of Our Own: [i Hate A Sage Who Is Not Wise For Himself]