Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.
Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.
Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.
Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
Great deeds give choice of many tales. Choose a slight tale, enrich it large, and then let wise men listen