Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.

A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy Husband.

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush Stumble And Fall.