The wise man sets bounds even to his innocent desires.
This precept descended from Heaven: know thyself.
Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their fortune's sake.
A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.