'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death
After the event, even a fool is wise.
For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.