Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

I have completed a monument more lasting than brass.

Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

The bowl dispels corroding cares.

The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.

From the egg to the apple.