It Is Not Fair To Treat As

It Is Good To Love In A Moderate Degree; To Distraction, It Is Not Good; But To Love To Entire Distraction, Is The Thing That My Master's Doing.

If Anything Is Spoken In Jest, It Is Not Fair To Turn It To Earnest.

Without Feathers It Isn't Easy To Fly: My Wings Have Got No Feathers. [lat., Sine Pennis Volare Hau Facilest: Meae Alae Pennas Non Habent.] [alt., Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy; My Wings Have No Feathers.]

No Man Will Be Respected By Others Who Is Despised By His Own Relatives.

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.