Improvidus · Apto · quod Victum
A quarrel is to be picked with one who is exhausted.—Seneca
There once was a gal named NidzThe mother of fourteen kidsIn old SingaporeShe polished the floorAnd dreamt of pails full of squids—holden klass
He abounds in sweet faults.—Quintillian
Rule your mind, which, unless it is your servant, is your master.—Horace
I give that you may give.—Prince Bismarck's Maxim