Fair And Softly Goes Far.

And Thus Being Totally Preoccupied, He Rode So Slowly That The Sun Was Soon Glowing With Such Intense Heat That It Would Have Melted His Brains, If He'd Had Any.

They Can Expect Nothing But Their Labor For Their Pains. - Cervantes

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

Good Painter Imitates Nature, Bad Ones Spews It Up.

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.