Don't Put Off For Tomorrow What You

The Great Do Not Always Prevail.

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.

It Pays To Be Content With Your Lot.

Appearances May Be Deceiving.

I Thought These Grapes Were Ripe, But I See Now They Are Quite Sour.