Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.
The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat
Don't just think, do.
In going abroad we change the climate not our dispositions.
The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
Ah Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life!