Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own Mortality, And Not Expect Too Much.

Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.

The God Knows When To Smile.