The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
Women hate a debt as men a gift.
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity