The Pupil Will Eclipse His Tutor, I

To Have Slaved So Many Years For Nothing!

There Is Never A Lawsuit But A Woman Is At The Bottom Of It.

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

But Grant The Wrath Of Heaven Be Great, 'tis Slow. [lat., Ut Sit Magna Tamen Certe Lenta Ira Deorum Est.]

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.