Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances