When we are dead; rugs are no richer than a quick-thorn bed.

When we are dead; rugs are no richer than a quick-thorn bed.

Bright youth passes swiftly as a thought.

Rash, angry words, and spoken out of season, When passion has usurp'd the throne of reason, Have ruin'd many. Passion is unjust, And for an idle, transitory gust Of gratified revenge, dooms us to pay With long repentance at a later day.

The greatest treasure you can leave your children is a sense of modesty and the advice to follow virtuous persons.

Even to a wicked man a divinity gives wealth, Cyrnus, but to few men comes the gift of excellence.

Adopt the character of the twisting octopus, which takes on the appearance of the nearby rock . Now follow in this direction, now turn a different hue.