Avarice is insatiable, and is always pushing on for more.

Tis not necessity, but opinion, that makes men miserable; and when we come to be fancy-sick, there's no cure.

Wickedness may prosper for awhile, but in the long run, he that sets all the knaves at work will pay them.

Figure-flingers and star-gazers pretend to foretell the fortunes of kingdoms, and have no foresight in what concerns themselves.

What man in his right senses, that has wherewithal to live free, would make himself a slave for superfluities? What does that man want who has enough? Or what is he the better for abundance that can never be satisfied.

There is no creature so contemptible but by resolution may gain his point.

The most insupportable of tyrants exclaim against the exercise of arbitrary power.