One Falls To The Ground In Trying

Few And Signally Blessed Are Those Whom Jupiter Has Destined To Be Cabbage-planters. For They've Always One Foot On The Ground Andthe Other Not Far From It. Anyone Is Welcome To Argue About Felicity And Supreme Happiness. But The Man Who Plants Cabbages I Now Positively Declare To Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

A Crier Of Green Sauce.

A Little Rain Beats Down A Big Wind. Long Drinking Bouts Break Open The Tun(der).

Half The World Does Not Know How The Other Half Lives.

Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil. [fr., De Jeune Hermite, Vieil Diable.]