Riches are able to solder up abundance of flaws.

Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown.

He who sings frightens away his ills.

Well-gotten wealth may lose itself, but the ill-gotten loses its master also.

Patience and shuffle the cards.

I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.

When you are at Rome, do as you see.