Don't Limp In Front Of The Lame.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

I Place No Hope In My Strength, Nor In My Works: But All My Confidence Is In God My Protector, Who Never Abandons Those Who Have Put All Their Hope And Thought In Him.

Everything Comes In Time To Those Who Can Wait.

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.

The Lord Forbid That I Should Be Out Of Debt, As If Indeed I Could Not Be Trusted.