He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
Travelers must be content.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.
Silence is the perfect herald of joy.