Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.

Captivity Is The Greatest Of All Evils That Can Befall One.

Now Blessings Light On Him That First Invented This Same Sleep. It Covers A Man All Over, Thoughts And All, Like A Cloak.

Translation From One Language To Another Is Like Viewing A Piece Of Tapestry On The Wrong Side Where Though The Figures Are Distinguishable Yet There Are So Many Ends And Threads That The Beauty And Exactness Of The Work Is Obscured.

Valor Lies Just Halfway Between Rashness And Cowardice.