_Aristophanes._ 179. Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice. _Omar Khayyām._ 180. When thou utterest not a word thou hast laid thy hand upon it; when thou hast uttered it, it hath laid its hand on thee. _Sa’dī._ 181. To the tongue which bringeth thee words without reason, the answer that best beseemeth thee is—silence. _Nizāmī._ 182. The man who talketh much and never acteth will not be held in reputation by anyone. _Firdausī._ 183. Two sources of success are known: wisdom and effort; make them both thine own, if thou wouldst haply rise. _Māgha._ 184. The worse the ill that fate on noble souls Inflicts, the more their firmness; and they arm Their spirits with adamant to meet the blow. _Hindu Drama._ 185. Opportunities lose not, for all delay is madness; ’Mid bitter sorrow patience show, for ’tis the key of gladness. _Turkish._ 186. Man is the only animal with the powers of laughter, a privilege which was not bestowed on him for nothing. Let us then laugh while we may, no matter how broad the laugh may be, and despite of what the poet says about “the loud laugh that speaks the vacant mind.” The mind should occasionally be vacant, as the land should sometimes lie fallow, and for precisely the same reason. _Egerton Smith._ 187. The man of affluence is not in fact more happy than the possessor of a bare competency, unless, in addition to his wealth, the end of his life be fortunate. We often see misery dwelling in the midst of splendour, whilst real happiness is found in humbler stations. _Herodotus._ 188. Love of money is the disease which renders us most pitiful and grovelling, and love of pleasure is that which renders us most despicable. _Longinus._ 189. He who labours diligently need never despair. We can accomplish every thing by diligence and labour. _Menander._ 190. Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries. _Juvenal._ 191. In one short verse I here express The sum of tomes of sacred lore: Beneficence is righteousness, Oppression’s sin’s malignant core. _Sanskrit._ 192.