My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

A Beggar's Book Outworths A Noble's Blood.

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.