Many Littles Make A Much.

He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

For Hope Is Always Born At The Same Time As Love.

When We Leave This World, And Are Laid In The Earth, The Prince Walks As Narrow A Path As The Day-laborer.

The Bow Cannot Always Stand Bent, Nor Can Human Frailty Subsist Without Some Lawful Recreation.

The Absent Feel And Fear Every Ill.