Even the good Homer is sometimes caught napping.

Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.

It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?

What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.

Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come unexpectedly, will be so much the more grateful.

Be ever on your guard what you say of anybody and to whom.

He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.