He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.
It makes a great difference whether Davus or a hero speaks.
From the egg to the apple.