He Who Has Two Languages Has Two

The Idle Mind Knows Not What It Wants.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

One Man Restored Our Fortunes By Delay. [by Skilfully Avoiding An Engagement, Fabius Exhausted The Resources Of The Enemy.]

O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of Our Sweet English Tongue, I Never Indulge In Poetics - Unless I Am Down With Rheumatics.

To Open His Lips Is Crime In A Plain Citizen.