You Love A Nothing When

This Is The Great Evil In Wine, It First Seizes The Feet; It Is A Cunning Wrestler. [lat., Magnum Hoc Vitium Vino Est, Pedes Captat Primum; Luctator Dolosu Est.]

Slander-mongers And Those Who Listen To Slander, If I Had My Way, Would All Be Strung Up, The Talkers By The Tongue, The Listeners By The Ears.

If You Squander On A Holyday, You Will Want On A Workday Unless You Have Been Sparing.

I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost To Shame.

Worthy Things Happen To The Worthy.