Patience! coy singers of the Delphic wood,
The brightest sun tempts forth the viper brood;
And, of all insects buds and blooms enclose,
The one that stinks the most infests the rose.
“The world is arranged in such a way that the daftest sayings have their truth, and if a man thinks that’s enough, it’s by no means enough. Man supposes, God disposes, and the jug goes to the well every day til it breaks.”