Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil; And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy head, Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched.

Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.

Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?

Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.

If wealth come, beware of him, the smooth, false friend! There is treachery in his proffered hand; his tongue is eloquent to tempt; lust of many harms is lurking in his eye; he hath a hollow heart; use him cautiously.

Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.