He Who Dies For Virtue Does Not

In Everything The Middle Road Is Best.

That's A Miserable And Cursed Word, To Say I Had, When What I Have Is Nothing.

He That Would Eat The Nut Must Crack The Shell.

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.

One Eye Witness Is Better Than Ten Hear Sayers.