The stubbornest of wills Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron, O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through.

Count no mortal fortunate till he has departed this life free from pain.

Men whose wit has been mother of villainy once have learned from it to be evil in all things.

Wise thinkers prevail everywhere.

Ill-gotten gains work evil.

What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?

None love the messenger who brings bad news.