Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.