The Grape Becomes Tinted From The Grape

No One Ever Reached The Worst Of A Vice At One Leap

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]

Poverty Is Bitter, But It Has No Harder Pang Than That It Makes Men Ridiculous.

She Knows No Difference 'twixt Head And Privities Who Devours Immense Oysters At Midnight.

Give Up All Hope Of Peace So Long As Your Mother-in-law Is Alive.