In Everything The Middle Road Is Best.

The Gods Confound The Man Who First Found Out How To Distinguish Hours! Confound Him, Too, Who In This Place Set Up A Sun-dial, To Cut And Hack My Days So Wretchedly Into Small Portions.

Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy: My Wings Have No Feathers.

I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost To Shame.

How Often We See The Greatest Genius Buried In Obscurity!

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.