Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
War is the trade of kings.
Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.
They say everything in the world is good for something.