We Ought To Consider The

The Ruins Of A House May Be Repaired; Why Cannot Those Of The Face?

We Ought Never To Scoff At The Wretched, For Who Can Be Sure Of Continued Happiness?

As Sheepish As A Fox Captured By A Fowl. [fr., Honteux Comme Un Renard Qu'une Poule Aurait Pris.]

It Is Twice The Pleasure To Deceive The Deceiver.

Our Destiny Is Frequently Met In The Very Paths We Take To Avoid It.