It Is Easier To Become Entangled With

Evil Wishes, Like Chickens, Come Home To Roost.

Whoever Neglects Old Friends For The Sake Of New Deserves What E Gets If He Loses Both

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.

Yield To All And You Will Soon Have Nothing To Yield.

I Am Sure The Grapes Are Sour.