In This World Second Thoughts, It Seems,

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds No Cure.

None Wise Dares Hopeless Venture.

Vengeance Comes Not Slowly Either Upon You Or Any Other Wicked Man, But Steals Silently And Imperceptibly, Placing Its Foot On The Bad.

A Wise Fellow Who Is Also Worthless Always Charms The Rabble.