He Is Happy In His Wisdom Who

If You Are Content, You Have Enough To Live Comfortably.

I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost To Shame. [lat., Nam Ego Illum Periisse Duco, Cui Quidem Periit Pudor.]

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.

How Often The Highest Talent Lurks In Obscurity.

This Is The Great Fault Of Wine; It First Trips Up The Feet: It Is A Cunning Wrestler.