There Is In The Worst Of Fortune

The Childless Escape Much Misery.

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

I Have Found Nothing Stronger Than Necessity.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.