There is need of brevity, that the thought may run on.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor.
In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.
Better to accept whatever happens.