Death Aims With Fouler Spiteat Fairer Marks.

Seest Thou Good Days? Prepare For Evil Times. No Summer But Hath Its Winter. He Never Reaped Comfort In Adversity That Sowed Not In Prosperity.

As All Things Eternal And Primordial Reappear, So All Things Mortal Return To The Earth. Honor, Old Age, Probity, Justice, Constance, Virtue, And Gentleness Are All Gathered Into The Cold Tomb.

Though Virtue Give A Ragged Livery, She Gives A Golden Cognizance; If Her Service Make Thee Poor, Blush Not. Thy Poverty May Disadvantage Thee, But Not Dishonor Thee.

If Thou Desire To Be Held Wise, Be So Wise As To Hold Thy Tongue.

It Is No Happiness To Live Long, Nor Unhappiness To Die Soon; Happy Is He That Hath Lived Long Enough To Die Well.