The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.

The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.

No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.

He who has made it a practice to lie and deceive his father, will be the most daring in deceiving others.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

Pry not into the affairs of others, and keep secret that which has been entrusted to you, though sorely tempted by wine and passion.

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.