Without Tv, It's Hard To Know When

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

A Decent Boldness Ever Meets With Friends.

Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers - Many Are Worse, Few Better.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.