Do You See Over Yonder, Friend Sancho,

When A Man Says, "get Out Of My House! What Would You Have With My Wife?" There Is No Answer To Be Made.

Let Us Not Throw The Rope After The Bucket.

God Helps Everyone With What Is His Own.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

The Wounds Received In Battle Bestow Honor, They Do Not Take It Away.