To Every Man, Even Though He Be

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.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm; Great Good Fortune Comes To Failure In The End. All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes; To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man. The Coward Despairs.

There Is In The Worst Of Fortune The Best Of Chances For A Happy Change.