Poets Tell Many Lies.

Call No Man Happy Until He Is Dead.

True Blessedness Consisteth In A Good Life And A Happy Death.

Pure Chastity Is Beauty To Our Souls, Grace To Our Bodies, And Peace To Our Desires.

If All Men Were To Bring Their Miseries Together In One Place, Most Would Be Glad To Take Each His Own Home Again Rather Than Take A Portion Out Of The Common Stock.

In All Things That You Do, Consider The End.