Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Life has no blessing like a prudent friend.
The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.
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.
A wise fellow who is also worthless always charms the rabble.
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.