I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
Love is love's reward.
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when fortune owns the cause.