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.]
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
It may be mistaken to mix different wines, but old and new wisdom mix very well.[Verschiedene Weine zu mischen mag falsch sein, aber alte und neue Weisheit mischen sich ausgezeichnet.]
It is wise to persuade people to do things and make them think it was their own idea.
It is better to live on the house top than to live in a house full of confusion.
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
I’m an old weed. The more I’m cut down, the more I spring up again.
He’s a Fool that cannot conceal his Wisdom.
He who wishes to be rich in a day will be hanged in a year.[Chi uuole essere ricco in v dì e impiccato in vn anno.]
He who thinks little, errs much.[Chi poco pesa, molto erra.]