In Short, Luck's Always To Blame.

A Mountain In Labour Shouted So Loud That Everyone, Summoned By The Noise, Ran Up Expecting That She Would Be Delivered Of A City Bigger Than Paris; She Brought Forth A Mouse.

If Every Man Works At That For Which Nature Fitted Him, The Cows Will Be Well Tended.

No Favor Can Win Gratitude From A Cat.

Alas! We See That The Small Have Always Suffered For The Follies Of The Great. [fr., Helas! On Voit Que De Tout Temps Les Petits Ont Pati Des Sottises Des Grands.]

Every Flatterer Lives At The Expense Of Him Who Listens To Him.