Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
Even victors are by victories undone.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
What passions cannot music raise or quell?
