Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None

Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?

It Is Sheer Madness To Live In Want In Order To Be Wealthy When You Die.

Only Death Reveals What A Nothing The Body Of Man Is.

Ask For A Valiant Heart Which Has Banished The Fear Of Death, Which Looks Upon Length Of Days As One Of The Least Of Nature's Gifts; Which Is Able To Suffer Every Kind Of Hardship, Is Proof Against Anger, Craves For Nothing, And Reckons The Trials And Gruelling Labours Of Hercules As More Desirable Blessings Than The Amorous Ease And The Banquets And Cushions Of Sardanapallus. The Things That I Recommend You Can Grant To Yourself.

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]