The Man Who Masters His Own Soul

Feast To-day Makes Fast To-morrow. [lat., Festo Die Si Quid Prodegeris, Profesto Egere Liceat Nisi Peperceris.]

Enemies Carry A Report In Form Different From The Original.

The Man Who Would Be Fully Employed Should Procure A Ship Or A Woman, For No Two Things Produce More Trouble.

To Ask That Which Is Unjust At The Hands Of The Just, Is An Injustice In Itself; To Expect That Which Is Just From The Unjust, Is Simple Folly.

This Is The Great Fault Of Wine; It First Trips Up The Feet: It Is A Cunning Wrestler.