At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.

Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.

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.

Doctrina sed vim promovet insitam. Instruction enlarges the natural powers of the mind.

For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs at, than that which he approves and reveres.

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.