By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars.