Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think that your delights will keep till another year.
No one is content with his own lot.
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.
To please great men is not the last degree of praise.