The Ass Bears The Load, But Not

The Road To The Inn Is Much Better Than The Stay.

As Ill-luck Would Have It.

Tis A Dainty Thing To Command, Though 'twere But A Flock Of Sheep.

To Think That The Affairs Of This Life Always Remain In The Same State Is A Vain Presumption; Indeed They All Seem To Be Perpetually Changing And Moving In A Circular Course. Spring Is Followed By Summer, Summer By Autumn, And Autumn By Winter, Which Is Again Followed By Spring, And So Time Continues Its Everlasting Round. But The Life Of Man Is Ever Racing To Its End, Swifter Than Time Itself, Without Hope Of Renewal, Unless In The Next That Is Limitless And Infinite.

Make It Thy Business To Know Thyself, Which Is The Most Difficult Lesson In The World