Riches are of little avail in many of the calamities to which mankind are liable.

Three things too much, and three too little are pernicious to man; to speak much, and know little; to spend much, and have little; to presume much, and be worth little.

Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.

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.

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.

There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.

When you are at Rome, do as you see.