Let No Man Be Called Happy Before

Laws Are Like Spiders Webs Which, If Anything Small Falls Into Them They Ensnare It, But Large Things Break Through And Escape.

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

In All Things That You Do, Consider The End.

If Through Your Vices You Afflicted Are, Lay Not The Blame Of Your Distress On God; You Made Your Rulers Mighty, Gave Them Guards, So Now You Groan 'neath Slavery's Heavy Rod.

If All Men Were To Bring Their Miseries Together In One Place, Most Would Be Glad To Take Each His Own Home Again Rather Than Take A Portion Out Of The Common Stock.