I grow old, ever learning many things.
True blessedness consisteth in a good life and a happy death.
A half truth is the worst of all lies,because it can be defended in partiality.
If through your vices you afflicted are, Lay not the blame of your distress on God; You made your rulers mighty, gave them guards, So now you groan 'neath slavery's heavy rod.
In all things that you do, consider the end.
Wealth I desire to have; but wrongfully to get it, I do not wish.