Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?

For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

A thing well said will be wit in all languages.

Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.

Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.