Instead of inflicting these horrible punishments, it would be far more to the point to provide everyone with some means of livelihood, so that nobody's under the frightful necessity of becoming, first a thief, and then a corpse.

If honor were profitable, everybody would be honorable.

Oh! blame not the bard.

As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.

I die the king's faithful servant, but God's first.

The way to heaven out of all places is of length and distance.

It is possible to live for the next life and still be merry in this.