If You Squander On A Holyday, You

Man Is Not Man, But A Wolf To Those He Does Not Know.

In Misfortune If You Cultivate A Cheerful Disposition You Will Reap The Advantage Of It.

Flame Is Very Near To Smoke.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost To Shame. [lat., Nam Ego Illum Periisse Duco, Cui Quidem Periit Pudor.]