Silver is of less value than gold, gold than virtue.
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.
All things considered, nothing is beautiful.
Plant no other tree before the vine.
He who feared that he would not succeed sat still.
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.