Since Luck's A Nine Days' Wonder, Wait

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

Never Say That Marriage Has More Of Joy Than Pain.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.

Where There Is No Wine There Is No Love.

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.