After Getting The First Hundred Pounds, It

If You Would Have A Faithful Servant, And One That You Like, Serve Yourself.

On Being Asked What Condition Of Man He Considered The Most Pitiable: A Lonesome Man On A Rainy Day Who Does Not Know How To Read.

The Poor Man Must Walk To Get Meat For His Stomach, The Rich Man To Get A Stomach To His Meat.

Pain Wastes The Body, Pleasures The Understanding.

Time Eateth All Things, Could Old Poets Say, The Times Are Chang'd, Our Times Drink All Away.