Increasing wealth is attended by care and by the desire of greater increase.
Every old poem is sacred.
He is not poor who has a competency.
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.
Summer treads on heels of spring.
The drunkard is convicted by his praises of wine.