I Esteem Death A Trifle, If Not

Because Those, Who Twit Others With Their Faults, Should Look At Home.

In Everything The Middle Course Is The Best; Everything In Excess Brings Trouble.

The Fool Too Late, His Substance Eaten Up, Reckons The Cost.

To Make Any Gain Some Outlay Is Necessary.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]