Remembered she will bring remorse, Seen she makes the mind unclear, Touched she nearly drives one mad, Why call such a creature dear?

Knowledge is wonderful and truth serene But man in their service bleeds.

For a moment man is a boy, for a moment a lovesick youth, for a moment bereft of wealth, for a moment in the height of prosperity; then at life's end with limbs worn out by old age and wrinkles adorning his face, like an actor he retires behind the curtain of death.

There is no medicine to cure a fool!

Let us keep a firm grip upon our money, for without it the whole assembly of virtues are but as blades of grass.

The pearl on my beloved's neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!