Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.

Rich With The Spoils Of Nature.

A Man Is Never Alone, Not Only Because He Is With Himself And His Own Thoughts, But Because He Is With The Devil, Who Ever Consorts With Our Solitude.