A Meal Of Bread, Cheese And Beer

Where Might Is Mixed With Wit, There Is Too Good An Accord In A Government.

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!

I Have Never Been Able To Be So Allured By The Prospect Of Advantages Or So Terrified By Misfortunes, Swayed By Honours Or Fettered By Affection, Nay Not Even So Smitten By The Fear Of Death, As To Enter Upon Marriage.

Though The Sex To Which I Belong Is Considered Weak You Will Nevertheless Find Me A Rock That Bends To No Wind.

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