God Who Sends The Wound Sends The

Digo, Paciencia Y Barajar. What I Say Is, Patience, And Shuffle The Cards.

Historians Ought To Be Precise, Faithful, And Unprejudiced; And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Make Them Swerve From The Way Of Truth.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

El Pan Comido Y La Compan? |a Deshecha. With The Bread Eaten, The Company Breaks Up.

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.