In idle wishes fools supinely stay; Be there a will,--and wisdom finds a way.

We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.

He assigned it to regions more than tropical.

The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame, But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.

Like lips like lettuce (i.e. like has met its like). (Lat., Similem habent labra lactucam.]

Sop to Cerebus. If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.