The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
It is an ill thing to be the first to bring news of ill.
Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.