Never Soar Aloft On An Enemy's Pinions.

The Haft Of The Arrow Had Been Feathered With One Of The Eagle's Own Lures. We Often Give Our Enemies The Means Of Our Own Destruction.

Facts Speak Plainer Than Words

Labour Is The Source Of Every Blessing.

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.

If You Were Foolish Enough To Sing All The Summer, You Must Dance Supperless To Bed In The Winter.