A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.