Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
He makes a July's day short as December.
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.
[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
Conscience is a thousand swords.