Death is the last limit of all things.

He who feared that he would not succeed sat still.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.

Pleasure bought with pain does harm.

Don't long for the unripe grape.

When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.