Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)
We get blows and return them.
In hard times, no less than in prosperity, preserve equanimity.
Music is an incitement to love.
It is your concern when your neighbor's wall is on fire.
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.