From Children Old People Arise
From children old people arise.
From children old people arise.
Work sweetens the sleep.
Pitch and tar are the navy seaman’s pride.
We get tired of doing nothing.
Undeserved curses don’t bite a lot.
Nothing beneath the sun is lasting.
One talks against praise in order to hear it once again.
We notice faults of others and easily forget our own.
Everything comes round.
One does not accept praise from anybody.
Nobility follows the man.
The poorest payer is the best collector of his own credits.