The Spring Is A Lively Emblem Of

Youth Is The Time Of Getting, Middle Age Of Improving, And Old Age Of Spending.

I Wish My Sun May Never Set, But Burn.

If We Had Not Winter, The Spring Would Not Be So Pleasant; If We Did Not Sometimes Taste Of Adversity, Prosperity Would Not Be So Welcome.

Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of My Bone, I Here, Though There, Yet Both But One.

Art Can Do Much, But This Maxim's Most Sure/a Weak Or Wounded Brain Admits No Cure.