There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.
Women are but the toys which amuse our lighter hours---ambition is the serious business of life.
A sinful heart makes feeble hand.