The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.