The fellow is either a madman or a poet.

The miser acquires, yet fears to use his gains.

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.)

He, who has blended the useful with the sweet, has gained every point .

Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.

Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.

A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.