Worthy Things Happen To The Worthy.

The Greatest Talents Often Lie Buried Out Of Sight.

How Bitter It Is To Reap A Harvest Of Evil For Good That You Have Done! [lat., Ut Acerbum Est, Pro Benefactis Quom Mali Messem Metas!]

That Least Pleases Us Which Is Most Urged On Us.

If You Are Content, You Have Enough To Live Comfortably.

Disgrace Is Immortal, And Living Even When One Thinks It Dead.