Ah Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life!
Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.
He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.
The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.
There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage.