Virtue proceeds through effort.

If your life at night is good, you think you have Everything; but, if in that quarter things go wrong, You will consider your best and truest interests Most hateful.

For no mortal ever attains to blessedness. One may be luckier than another when wealth flows his way, but blessed never.

Often a noble face hides filthy ways.

O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.

No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will.

Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.