Making it a valid law to learn by suffering.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.

For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.

For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.

Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.

A great ox stands on my tongue.