Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.
Live now; be damn'd hereafter.
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.