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.

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.

Look up on high, and thank the God of all.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.