Little By Little Does The Trick.

The Safeguards Of Virtue Are Hateful To The Evil Disposed.

Only Cowards Insult Dying Majesty.

Appearances Are Deceiving.

A Wild Boar Was Sharpening His Tusks Upon The Trunk Of A Tree In The Forest When A Fox Came By And Asked, Why Are You Doing That, Pray? The Huntsmen Are Not Out Today And There Are No Other Dangers At Hand That I Can See. True, My Friend, Replied The Boar, But The Instant My Life Is In Danger, I Shall Need To Use My Tusks. There Will Be No Time To Sharpen Them Then.

Adversity Tests The Sincerity Of Friends