Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title! The fox condemns the trap, not himself. Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of war, the beard of earth. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion the horse, how he shall take his prey. The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The cistern contains: the fountain overflows. | 
