To Waste One's Breath; To Pump Into

It Is Only When We Have Lost Them That We Fully Appreciate Our Blessings.

Man Proposes, God Disposes.

The Fool Too Late, His Substance Eaten Up, Reckons The Cost.

What Is Thine Is Mine, And All Mine Is Thine. [lat., Quod Tuum'st Meum'st; Omne Meum Est Autem Tuum.]

If I Can Only Keep My Good Name, I Shall Have Riches Enough.