The Little Done Doth Vanish To The

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

For With Slight Efforts How Should We Obtain Great Results? It Is Foolish Even To Desire It.

Life Is Short; This Being So, Who Would Pursue Great Things And Not Bear With What Is At Hand? These Are The Ways Of Madmen And Men Of Evil Counsel, At Least In My Judgment.

Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire Of Fame.

The Gift Of A Bad Man Can Bring No Good.