All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
For too much rest becomes a pain.
Nothing in the world is so incontinent as a man's accursed appetite.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.