Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.

His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.

A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.

Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.

If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.

But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.