A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To

Poverty Possesses This Disease; Through Want It Teaches A Man Evil.

Since Luck's A Nine Days' Wonder, Wait Their End.

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been Reckoned Amongst The Wise; Our Minds Are So Disposed To Judge From The Event.