Riches are able to solder up abundance of flaws.
We must not stand upon trifles.
Experience is the universal mother of sciences.
For men may prove and use their friends, as the poet expresses it, usque ad aras, meaning that a friend should not be required to act contrary to the law of God.
In hell there is no retention.
There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously removes or at least alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.