The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
Enjoy in happiness the pleasures which each hour brings with it.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
The words can not return.
Whom does undeserved honour please, and undeserved blame alarm, but the base and the liar?