From high Meonia's rocky shores I came, Of poor decsent, Acoetes is my name, My sire was measly born: no oxen ploughed, His fruitful fields, nor in his pastures lowed, His whole estate within the waters lay' With lines and hooks he caught the finny prey; His art was all his livelehood, which he Thus with his dying lips bequeathed to me: In streams, my boy, and rivers take thy chance; There swims', said he, Thy whole inheritance.

The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.

If you are not ready today, you will be even less so tomorrow.

It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.

People are slow to claim confidence in undertakings of magnitude.

Make the workmanship surpass the materials.

For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over all.