There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.
You must lose a fly to catch a trout.
Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speaks something good.
Fine words dresse ill deedes.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
The way is an ill neighbour.