Foxes Are All Tail, And

Tis Thus We Heed No Instincts But Our Own, Believe No Evil, Till The Evil's Done. [fr., Nous N'ecoutons D'instincts Que Ceux Qui Sont Les Notres. Et Ne Croyons Le Mal Que Quand Il Est Venu.]

Men Of All Ages Have The Same Inclinations, Over Which Reason Exercises No Control. Thus, Wherever Men Are Found, There Are Follies, Ay, And The Same Follies.

It Is Good To Be Charitable; But To Whom? That Is The Point. As To The Ungrateful, There Is Not One Who Does Not At Last Die Miserable.

Everyone Has His Faults Which He Continually Repeats: Neither Fear Nor Shame Can Cure Them.

In Short, Luck's Always To Blame.