It Is Common To Forget A Man

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.

You Must Spend Money, If You Wish To Make Money.

Nothing Is More Wretched Than The Mind Of A Man Conscious Of Guilt.

How Bitter It Is To Reap A Harvest Of Evil For Good That You Have Done! [lat., Ut Acerbum Est, Pro Benefactis Quom Mali Messem Metas!]

It Is A Tiresome Way Of Speaking, When You Should Despatch The Business, To Beat About The Bush.