My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.
Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.[translation by John Willis Clark]He who clipped us has kept the scissors.[translation by John Ormsby][Y quien á nosotras trasquiló, las tijeras le quedaron en la mano.]
Many count their chickens before they are hatched; and where they expect bacon, meet with broken bones.[translation by John Willis Clark]Where one thinks there are flitches, there are no pegs.[translation by John Ormsby][Que adonde se piensa que hay tocinos no hay estacas.]
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.
Little Strokes, Fell great Oaks.
Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.
Lice consume the grass, rust consumes the iron, and lying the soul.[Тля ест траву, ржа железо, а лжа душу.]
Let us make hay while the sun shines.[translation by John Willis Clark]
Let us be wise, and not impede the soul.
Let me embrace the sour adversities, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
Let every man look before he leaps.[translation by John Willis Clark]Let each look out for the arrow.[translation by John Ormsby][Y cada uno mire por el virote.]
