When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
Ah Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life!
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.
Don't long for the unripe grape.