Satiety Comes Of Riches And Contumaciousness Of

Laws Are Like Spider's Webs: If Some Poor Weak Creature Comes Up Against Them, It Is Caught; But A Big One Can Break Through And Get Away.

Often The Wicked Prosper, While The Righteous Starve; Yet I Would Never Exchange My State For Theirs, My Virtue For Their Gold. For Mine Endures, While Riches Change Their Owner Every Day.

I Grow Old Learning Something New Every Day.

Call No Man Happy Until He Is Dead.

For Often Evil Men Are Rich, And Good Men Poor; But We Will Not Exchange With Them Our Virtue For Their Wealth Since One Abides Always, While Riches Change Their Owners Every Day.