Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.

The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

Don't long for the unripe grape.

A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.