Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.

Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.

Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.

So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.

The doings of men, their prayers, fear, wrath, pleasure, delights, and recreations, are the subject of this book.

Nothing is so intolerable as a woman with a long purse.

A third heir seldom enjoys what has been dishonestly acquired.