Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad ... and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.