A Bad Year And A Bad Month

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And I Did Like The Countryman, Who Looked For His Ass While He Was Mounted On His Back.

God Exalts The Man Who Humbles Himself.

A Good Name Is Better Than Bags Of Gold.

El Pan Comido Y La Compan? |a Deshecha. With The Bread Eaten, The Company Breaks Up.