If Poverty Is The Mother

We Never Deceive People To Benefit Them, For Knavery Is A Compound Of Wickedness And Falsehood.

The Nearer We Approach Great Men, The Clearer We See That They Are Men.

All The World Says Of A Coxcomb That He Is A Coxcomb; But No One Dares To Say So To His Face, And He Dies Without Knowing It.

Laziness Begat Wearisomeness, And This Put Men In Quest Of Diversions, Play And Company, On Which However It Is A Constant Attendant; He Who Works Hard, Has Enough To Do With Himself Otherwise.

A Man Must Have Very Eminent Qualities To Hold His Own Without Being Polite.