Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.
Those whose cause is just will never lack good arguments.
Time will cure you, but now is your grief still young.
Life is short; this being so, who would pursue great things and not bear with what is at hand? These are the ways of madmen and men of evil counsel, at least in my judgment.
The man that isn't jolly after drinking is just a drivelling idiot, to my thinking.
For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.