In Everything The Middle Road Is Best.

It Is Not Without A Purpose When A Rich Man Greets A Poor One With Kindness.

All Men Love Themselves.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost To Shame. [lat., Nam Ego Illum Periisse Duco, Cui Quidem Periit Pudor.]

It Is Common To Forget A Man And Slight Him If His Good Will Cannot Help You.