Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.
The Muse gave the Greeks genius and the art of the well-turned phrase.
Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.
Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.
He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]