Man Is So Made That

Lynx-eyes Toward Our Equals, And Moles To Ourselves. [fr., Lynx Envers Nos Pareils, Et Taupes Envers Nous.]

Neither Blows From Pitchfork, Nor From The Lash, Can Make Him Change His Ways. [fr., Coups De Fourches Ni D'etriveres, Ne Lui Font Changer De Manieres.]

Religious Contention Is The Devil's Harvest.

The Worst Time Is Always The Present.

Our Condition Never Satisfies Us; The Present Is Always The Worst. Though Jupiter Should Grant His Request To Each, We Should Continue To Importune Him.