The life of day before yesterday has departed today. If the husk is not right, the kernel is not right, it will not produce seed. The city whose weapons are not strong the enemy before its gates shall not be thrust through. If you go and take the field of an enemy, the enemy will come and take your field. Upon a glad heart oil is poured out of which no one knows.
Friendship is for the day of trouble, posterity for the future.
An ass in another city becomes its head. Writing is the mother of eloquence and the father of artists. Be gentle to your enemy as to an old oven. Friendship in days of prosperity is servitude forever. There is strife where servants are, slander where anointers anoint.