Even the good Homer is sometimes caught napping.
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.
While fools shun one set of faults they run into the opposite one.
Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.
The foolish are like ripples on water, For whatsoever they do is quickly effaced; But the righteous are like carvings upon stone, For their smallest act is durable.