The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.
For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.
Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.
Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.
A great ox stands on my tongue.
Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.