We Believe Easily What We Fear Of

The Fastidious Are Unfortunate: Nothing Can Satisfy Them. [lat., Les Delicats Sont Malheureux, Rien Ne Saurait Les Satisfaire.]

We Like To See Others, But Don't Like Others To See Through Us.

As Sheepish As A Fox Captured By A Fowl. [fr., Honteux Comme Un Renard Qu'une Poule Aurait Pris.]

We Ought Never To Scoff At The Wretched, For Who Can Be Sure Of Continued Happiness?

The Good, We Do It; The Evil, That Is Fortune; Man Is Always Right, And Destiny Always Wrong.