So Very Difficult A Matter Is It

When One Told Plistarchus That A Notorious Railer Spoke Well Of Him, "i'll Lay My Life," Said He, "somebody Hath Told Him I Am Dead, For He Can Speak Well Of No Man Living.'

When Philip Had News Brought Him Of Divers And Eminent Successes In One Day, "o Fortune!" Said He, "for All These So Great Kindnesses Do Me Some Small Mischief.

Good Birth Is A Fine Thing, But The Merit Is Our Ancestors.

Lying Is A Most Disgraceful Vice; It First Despises God, And Then Fears Men.

For The Wise Man, Every Day Is A Festival.