It is always in season for old men to learn.
Base men who prosper are unenviable.
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.