Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas")
The higher the tower, the greater the fall thereof.
He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.
Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.