The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour, but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?
While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Posterity, thinned by the crime of its ancestors, shall hear of those battles.
He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.