A Crier Of Green Sauce.

An Old Monkey Never Makes A Pretty Face.

Remove Idleness From The World And Soon The Arts Of Cupid Would Perish.

Death Is The Vast Perhaps.

How Shall I Be Able To Rule Over Others, That Have Not Full Power And Command Of Myself?

Against Fortune The Carter Cracks His Whip In Vain. [fr., Centre Fortune, La Diverse Un Chartier Rompit Nazardes Son Fouet.]