Death Alone Discloses How Insignificant Are The

Great Power Which Incites Great Envy, Hurls Some Men To Destruction; They Are Drowned In A Long Splendid Stream Of Honors.

Fortune Can, For Her Pleasure, Fools Advance, And Toss Them On The Wheels Of Chance.

The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind And Hence So Dear To Poor Weak Woman Kind. [lat., Vindicta Nemo Magis Gaudet, Quam Femina.]

The Sicilian Tyrants Never Devised A Greater Punishment Than Envy.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.