They Live Too Long Who Happiness Outlive.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One Wake Her.

O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.