Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror:

I Had Rather Be A Dog, And Bay The Moon, Than Such A Roman.

Let Me, If Not By Birth, Have Lands By Wit; All With Me's Meet That I Can Fashion Fit.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

If Thou Art Rich, Thou Art Poor; For, Like An Ass, Whose Back With Ingots Bows, Thou Bearest Thy Heavy Riches But A Journey, And Death Unloads Thee.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?