True friends appear less mov'd than counterfeit; As men that grieve at funerals are not so loud as those that cry for hire

Refrain from asking what is going to happen tomorrow, and everyday that fortune grants you, count as gain

Mingle some brief folly with your wisdom

As crazy as hauling timber into the woods

Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow

Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and take as a gift whatever the day brings forth

Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces

Death's boatman takes no bribe

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings