If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

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.

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.