Poesy is a beauteous damsel, chaste, honourable, discreet, witty, retired, and who keeps herself within the limits of propriety. She is a friend of solitude; fountains entertain her, meadows console her, woods free her from ennui, flowers delight her; in short, she gives pleasure and instruction to all with whom she communicates.

Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.

God exalts the man who humbles himself.

The gratification of wealth is not found in mere possession or in lavish expenditure, but in its wise application.

Thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward.

For hope is always born at the same time as love.

Forewarned, forearmed; to be prepared is half the victory.