My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
Our lives ... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone.
Whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.
Remember this! No amount of Bacchic reveling can corrupt an honest woman.
There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course; a quiet conscience.