Do what you should, not what you may.

Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.

After a bad harvest sow again. [Yield not to difficulties.]

A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand!

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.