It Is Folly To Put The Plough

If The Skies Fall, One May Hope To Catch Larks.

Few And Signally Blessed Are Those Whom Jupiter Has Destined To Be Cabbage-planters. For They've Always One Foot On The Ground Andthe Other Not Far From It. Anyone Is Welcome To Argue About Felicity And Supreme Happiness. But The Man Who Plants Cabbages I Now Positively Declare To Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

Strike The Iron Whilst It Is Hot.

Can There Be Any Greater Dotage In The World Than For One To Guide And Direct His Courses By The Sound Of A Bell, And Not By His Own Judgment.

There Is Nothing Holy Nor Sacred To Those Who Have Abandoned God And Reason In Order To Follow Their Perverse Desires.