Many things happen between the cup and the upper lip. [Lat., Multa intersunt calicem et labrum summum.]

Truth is the daughter of time.

Another one of the old poets, whose name has escaped my memory at present, called Truth the daughter of Time

I see the beard and cloak, but I don't yet see a philosopher.

I see the beard and cloak, but I don't yet see a philosopher.

Fortune love you.