The Poor Man Who Enters Into A

I Love Truth And Wish To Have It Always Spoken To Me: I Hate A Liar. [lat., Ego Verum Amo, Verum Volo Mihi Dici; Mendacem Odi.]

He Who Has In Due Season Become Rich, Unless He Saves In Due Season, Will In Due Season Starve.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

The Fool Too Late, His Substance Eaten Up, Reckons The Cost.

We Should Try To Succeed By Merit, Not By Favor. He Who Does Well Will Always Have Patrons Enough. [lat., Virtute Ambire Oportet, Non Favitoribus. Sat Habet Favitorum Semper, Qui Recte Facit.]