It Is Better To Write Of Laughter

Remove Idleness From The World And Soon The Arts Of Cupid Would Perish.

Do Not Limp Before The Lame. [old Fr., Ne Clochez Pas Devant Les Boyteus.]

Thought I To Myself, We Shall Never Come Off Scot-free.

Hungry Bellies Have No Ears. [fr., La Ventre Affame N'point D'oreilles.]

It Is My Feeling That Time Ripens All Things; With Time All Things Are Revealed; Time Is The Father Of Truth.