For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.

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

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

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.

Few know the use of life before 'tis past.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

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