Don't Limp In Front Of The Lame.

He That Has Patience May Compass Anything.

I Never Sleep In Comfort Save When I Am Hearing A Sermon Or Praying To God.

Row On [whatever Happens]. [lat., Vogue La Galere.]

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

Always Open All Gates And Roads To Your Enemies, And Rather Make For Them A Bridge Of Silver, To Get Rid Of Them. [fr., Ouvrez Toujours A Vos Ennemis Toutes Les Portes Et Chemin, Et Plutot Leur Faites Un Pont D'argent, Afin De Les Renvoyer.]