It Wasn't For Nothing That

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

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.

A Mouse Relies Not Solely On One Hole.

You Little Know What A Ticklish Thing It Is To Go To Law. [lat., Nescis Tu Quam Meticulosa Res Sit Ire Ad Judicem.]

Man Is No Man, But A Wolf