Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
War is the trade of Kings.
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure
The brave man seeks not popular applause, Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause; Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can, Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.