Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.
Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.
Whatever is, is right.
Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.