Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

For When Two Join In The Same Adventure, One Perceives Before The Other How They Ought To Act; While One Alone, However Prompt, Resolves More Tardily And With A Weaker Will.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.