I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.

I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.

Only one in command: that's the way in the home And the way in the state when it must find Measures best for mankind.

The lucky person passes for a genius.

The power that keeps cities of men together Is noble preservation of law.