Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.

Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.

Men ought to find the difference between saltiness and bitterness. Certainly, he that hath a satirical vein, as he maketh others afraid of his wit, so he had need be afraid of others' memory.

Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

The human understanding of its own nature is prone to suppose the existence of more order and regularity in the world than it finds.

The cord breaketh at last by the weakest pull.

O life! An age to the miserable, a moment to the happy.