Things We Not Hope For Often Come

If You Strike The Goads With Your Fists, Your Hands Suffer Most.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

To Snatch The Worm From The Trap.

I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost To Shame. [lat., Nam Ego Illum Periisse Duco, Cui Quidem Periit Pudor.]

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!]