What Is Got Over The Devil's Back

When The Iron Is Hot, Strike.

The Loss Of Wealth Is Loss Of Dirt, As Sages In All Times Assert; The Happy Man's Without A Shirt.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

All Things On Earth Thus Change, Some Up, Some Down; Content's A Kingdom, And I Wear That Crown.

It's An Ill Wind That Blows No Good.