The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]
The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.
Of the woes Of unhappy poverty, none is more difficult to bear Than that it heaps men with ridicule.
Honesty is praised and left in the cold.
Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs.
Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.