Trees bend low with ripened fruit clouds hang down with gentle rain noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.

Three courses open lie to wealth, to give, enjoy, or lose, Who shrinketh from the former two, perforce the third doth choose.

Idleness is a great enemy to mankind. There is no friend like energy, for, if you cultivate that, it will never fail.

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.

Even the severed branch grows again, and the sunken moon returns: wise men who ponder this are not troubled in adversity.

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

Kindness can turn the bad man's heart, and fools convert to wise, Make poison into nectar-juice, and friends of enemies.

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

Trees loaded with fruit are bent down the clouds when charged with fresh rain hang down near the earth: even so good men are not uplifted through prosperity. Such is the natural character of the liberal.

I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.

Those from whom we were born have long since departed, and those with whom we grew up exist only in memory. We, too, through the approach of death, become, as it were, trees growing on the sandy bank of a river.

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

The constant man loses not his virtue in misfortune. A torch may point towards the ground, but its flame will still point upwards.