Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
Let the straight-limbed laugh at the club-footed, the white skinned at the blackamoor.
Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.
Honesty is praised and left in the cold.
A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.
Never does nature say one thing and Wisdom another. Variant: Wisdom and Nature! are they not the same? Variant: Nature and Wisdon always speak alike.