To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.