The Man Who Is Prepared Has His

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.

Tell Me What Company Thou Keepest And I'll Tell Thee What Thou Art.

Translation From One Language To Another Is Like Viewing A Piece Of Tapestry On The Wrong Side Where Though The Figures Are Distinguishable Yet There Are So Many Ends And Threads That The Beauty And Exactness Of The Work Is Obscured.

The Eating. By A Small Sample We May Judge Of The Whole Piece.

But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And I Did Like The Countryman, Who Looked For His Ass While He Was Mounted On His Back.