That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead.
Necessity takes impartially the highest and the lowest.
If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.
Wise were the kings who never chose a friend till with full cups they had unmasked his soul, and seen the bottom of his deepest thoughts.
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.
In trying to be concise I become obscure.