One Gets A Cross For His Crime,

Many Individuals Have, Like Uncut Diamonds, Shining Qualities Beneath A Rough Exterior.

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.

Nature And Wisdom Always Say The Same.

Two Things Only The People Actually Desire: Bread And Circuses.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.