You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is skilled in wisely using the gifts of the gods, and in suffering hard poverty, and who fears disgrace as worse than death.

Force without reason falls of its own weight.

Mingle some brief folly with wisdom now: To be foolish is sweet at times.

From the egg to the apple.

Dull winter will re-appear.

Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares.

He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.