There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.
Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.
I envy that man who passes through life safely, to the world and fame unknown.
No one who lives in error is free.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, a herb most bruised is woman.