Here Lies My Wife: Here Let Her

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.