You Never Know When An Old Calendar

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.