Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

There Is No Greater Folly In The World Than For A Man To Despair.

Many Littles Make A Much.

My Heart Is Wax Molded As She Pleases, But Enduring As Marble To Retain.

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

The Ass Will Carry His Load, But Not A Double Load; Ride Not A Free Horse To Death.