It Is Wise To Withhold One's Heart

Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make Mad.

Ten Soldiers Wisely Led Will Beat A Hundred Without A Head.

Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.