By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.
God made not pleasures for the rich alone.
There is need of brevity, that the thought may run on.