He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.

Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?

People can die of mere imagination.

Time and tide wait for no man.

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.

Harde is his heart that loveth nought In May.

What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.