The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.
Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, yet she hurries back, And will burst through your foolish contempt, triumphant.
It is your concern when your neighbor's wall is on fire.
Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.
I would not exchange my life of ease and quiet for the riches of Arabia.
What does it avail you, if of many thorns only one be removed.