“At the end of the song comes payment.”

To return to my trees – to relax and unwind, to calm your mind.

Things turn sour when you play with fire.

Do good and then do it again.

Let not your tongue cut your throat.

Better my own cottage than the palace of another.

Death considers not the fairest forehead.

Speak well of your friend, of your enemy say nothing.

Of all weights, old age is the heaviest.

Never trust overmuch to a new friend or an old enemy.

Speak well of your friend; of your enemy say nothing.

Anger is the mother of treachery.

The world is wide to everyone.

It is good to look homewards.

Three comforts of old age: fire, tea and tobacco.

You must crawl before walking.

Your hand is never the worse for doing its own work.