I owe much; I have nothing; the rest I leave to the poor.
One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.
Never did a great man hate good wine.
Fate leads the willing, and th' unwilling draws.
Petite ville, grand renom. Small town, great renown.
There is no truer cause of unhappiness amongst men than, where naturally expecting charity and benevolence, they receive harm and vexation.