I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.

Moderation, the noblest gift of Heaven.

We pay a high price for intelligence. Wisdom hurts.

Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.

Every man is like the company he wont to keep.

What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.

A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.