You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.

The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others, dissatisfied with our own.]

God can change the lowest to the highest, abase the proud, and raise the humble.

As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.

Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come unexpectedly, will be so much the more grateful.

How great, my friends, is the virtue of living upon a little!

When I struggle to be terse, I end by being obscure.