The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.

While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.

Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.

Wine and women bring misery.

Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.

Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.

However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish.