Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.
One musts avoid that wicked temptress, Laziness.
Designedly God covers in dark night the issue of futurity.