Money amassed either serves us or rules us.
Those that are little, little things suit.
Posterity, thinned by the crime of its ancestors, shall hear of those battles.
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.
Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.