Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas")

All else-valor, a good name, glory, everything in heaven and earth-is secondary to the charm of riches.

Take away the danger and remove the restraint, and wayward nature runs free.

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.

I court not the votes of the fickle mob.

I shall strike the stars with my uplifted head.

With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.