Account no man happy till he dies.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.
tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!
Too much zeal offends where indirection works.
Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.
One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.