Enough Is Abundance To The Wise.

Fate Finds For Every Man; His Share Of Misery.

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.

Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire Of Fame.