Misery is the end of those with unbridled mouths.
Out of some little thing, too free a tongue can make an outrageous wrangle.
Never say that marriage has more of joy than pain.
None can hold fortune still and make it last.
There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.
When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.