A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.
You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.
Even in animals there exists the spirit of their sires.
Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?