The care of God for us is a great thing, if a man believe it at heart: it plucks the burden of sorrow from him.

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

When a man's stomach is full it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor.

Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.

Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; And so right many fair things I might praise; Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, To see the light of babes about the house.

Remember this! No amount of Bacchic reveling can corrupt an honest woman.

Common sense is the best prophet.