Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too

Number, The Most Excellent Of All Inventions.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson Of How To Be Discreet.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.