We do not commonly find men of superior sense amongst those of the highest fortune.
Of what avail are pedigrees?
The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.
There is nothing worse than words of kindness that lie.
The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.
Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.