Enjoy in happiness the pleasures which each hour brings with it.
It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?
He will be beloved when he is no more.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
The same (hated) man will be loved after he's dead. How quickly we forget.
What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?