Sweet Is The Remembrance Of Troubles When

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

Sufficiency's Enough For Men Of Sense.

Whoever Yields Properly To Fate, Is Deemed Wise Among Men, And Knows The Laws Of Heaven.

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.