O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accursed And does blaspheme his breed?
Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And though but few can serve, yet all may please; On, let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence.
I conceive that the great part of the miseries of mankind are brought upon them by false estimates they have made of the value of things.
Nurse one vice in your bosom. Give it the attention it deserves and let your virtues spring p modestly around it. Then you'll have the miser who's no liar; and the drunkard who's the benefactor of the whole city.
Never support two weaknesses at the same time. It's your combination sinnersâyour lecherous liars and your miserly drunkardsâwho dishonor the vices and bring them into bad repute.
It is wretched business to be digging a well just as thirst is mastering you. [Lat., Miserum est opus, Igitur demum fodere puteum, ubi sitis fauces tedet.]
There are, while human miseries abound, A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, Without one fool or flatterer at your board, Without one hour of sickness or disgust.
Can wealth give happiness? look round and see What gay distress! what splendid misery! Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour, The mind annihilates, and calls for more.
Experiences are savings which a miser puts aside. Wisdom is an inheritance which a wastrel cannot exhaust.