Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.

Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To Grief

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.

Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And He Got Up In The Way, Like An Armed Robber, With A Pike In His Hand.