The Grape Becomes Tinted From The Grape

When A Man's Life Is At Stake No Delay Is Too Long. [lat., Nulla Unquam De Morte Cunctatio Longa Est.]

Common Sense Among Men Of Fortune Is Rare.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

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.

Let The Straight-limbed Laugh At The Club-footed, The White Skinned At The Blackamoor.