Le Geai Pare Des Plumes Du Paon.

It Is No Use Running; To Set Out Betimes Is The Main Point.

One Returns To The Place One Came From.

There's Nothing Sweeter Than A Real Friend: Not Only Is He Prompt To Lend— An Angler Delicate, He Fishes The Very Deepest Of Your Wishes, And Spares Your Modesty The Task His Friendly Aid To Ask. A Dream, A Shadow, Wakes His Fear, When Pointing At The Object Dear.

Foxes Are All Tail, And Women All Tongue.

We Read On The Foreheads Of Those Who Are Surrounded By A Foolish Luxury, That Fortune Sells What She Is Thought To Give.