We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
The arrow will not always find the mark intended.
There is nothing assured to mortals.
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.
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.