God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.