Death is the great leveller.
Nature has granted to all to be happy, if we did but know how to use her benefits.
Liberty begets license.
Power call achieve more by gentle means than by violence.
Death renders all equal.
Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.