As I Grow Older, I Constantly Learn

Call No Man Happy Until He Is Dead.

Consider Your Honour, As A Gentleman, Of More Weight Than An Oath.

True Blessedness Consisteth In A Good Life And A Happy Death.

Say Nothing But Good Of The Dead.

Often The Wicked Prosper, While The Righteous Starve; Yet I Would Never Exchange My State For Theirs, My Virtue For Their Gold. For Mine Endures, While Riches Change Their Owner Every Day.