Living well is the best revenge.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives

Punishment is lame, but it comes

Love and a cough cannot be hid

Read as you taste fruit or savor wine, or enjoy friendship, love or life

War makes thieves and peace hangs them

Life is half spent before we know what it is

Hell is full of good meanings and wishings

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast

There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it