No One Rejoices More In Revenge Than

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills Is Old Age Surrounded!

Fond Man! Though All The Heroes Of Your Line Bedeck Your Halls, And Round Your Galleries Shine In Proud Display; Yet Take This Truth From Me-- Virtue Alone Is True Nobility!

We Deem Those Happy Who, From The Experience Of Life, Have Learned To Bear Its Ills, Without Being Overcome By Them.

What Is More Cruel Than A Tyrant's Ear?