How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.
Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.
Whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.
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.