As The Lily Among Thorns, So Is

The Test Of Good Manners Is To Be Patient With The Bad Ones.

And When I Was Born, I Drew In The Common Air, And Fell Upon The Earth, Which Is Of Like Nature; And The First Voice Which I Uttered Was Crying, As All Others Do.

A Man’s Mind Is Hidden In His Writings: Criticism Brings It To Light.

Kings May Be Judges Of The Earth, But Wise Men Are The Judges Of Kings.

Jealousy Is Cruel As The Grave: The Coals Thereof Are Coals Of Fire.