Bad men hate sin through fear of punishment; good men hate sin through their love of virtue.
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.
Be a gentleman farmer.
Be rich for yourself and poor to your friends.
A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.