Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
The words can not return.
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.
If a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him up, if too small it pinches him.
The poet must put on the passion he wants to represent.
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.