Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.

To wish is of little account; to succeed you must earnestly desire; and this desire must shorten thy sleep.

Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.

Thanks are justly due for boons unbought

Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing,Leave a house empty, it rots.

Twice does he live who can enjoy the remembrance of the past.

All things change, nothing perishes.