Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?

He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.

The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

What's said is said and goes upon its way Like it or not, repent it as you may.

The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.

Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.