A Certain Jollity Of Mind,

Such Is The Nature And Make-up Of The French That They Are Only Good At The Start. Then They Are Worse Than Devils, But, Given Time, They're Less Than Women.

Fate Leads The Willing, And Th' Unwilling Draws.

There Are More Old Drunkards Than Old Physicians. [fr., Il Y A Plus De Vieux Ivrongnes Qu'il Y A De Vieux Medecins.]

In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed Throughout.

Time, Which Wears Down And Diminishes All Things, Augments And Increases Good Deeds, Because A Good Turn Liberally Offered To A Reasonable Man Grows Continually Through Noble Thought And Memory.