Posterity, thinned by the crime of its ancestors, shall hear of those battles.
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.
Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.
One musts avoid that wicked temptress, Laziness.
Patience lightens the burthen we cannot avert.