That's A Miserable And Cursed Word, To

He Who Rushes Headlong Into Love Will Fare Worse Than If He Had Cast Himself From A Precipice.

Laws Are Subordinate To Custom.

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.

Enemies Carry A Report In Form Different From The Original.

This Is The Great Fault Of Wine; It First Trips Up The Feet: It Is A Cunning Wrestler.