The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.
What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds, teaches new arts.
The glory is for those who deserve.
Faults are soon copied.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
A crafty knave needs no broker.