Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

And all may do what has by man been done.

Man maketh a death which Nature never made.

One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.

A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.