Being, be bold and venture to be wise.
I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
I have raised for myself a monument more durable than brass.
What does not wasting time change! The age of our parents, worse than that of our grandsires, has brought us forth more impious still, and we shall produce a more vicious progeny.
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.