It Wasn't For Nothing That

He Who Rushes Headlong Into Love Will Fare Worse Than If He Had Cast Himself From A Precipice.

He Whom The Gods Love Dies Young, While He Is In Health, Has His Senses And His Judgments Sound.

Know This, That Troubles Come Swifter Than The Things We Desire.

Love Has Both Its Gall And Honey In Abundance: It Has Sweetness To The Taste, But It Presents Bitterness Also To Satiety.

Poverty Is A Thorough Instructress In All The Arts. [lat., Paupertas . . . Omnes Artes Perdocet.]