Poets Tell Many Lies.

Often The Wicked Prosper, While The Righteous Starve; Yet I Would Never Exchange My State For Theirs, My Virtue For Their Gold. For Mine Endures, While Riches Change Their Owner Every Day.

He That Will Sell His Fame Will Also Sell The Public Interest.

Each Day Grow Older, And Learn Something New.

For Often Evil Men Are Rich, And Good Men Poor; But We Will Not Exchange With Them Our Virtue For Their Wealth Since One Abides Always, While Riches Change Their Owners Every Day.

I Grow Old Learning Something New Every Day.