It is hard! But what can not be removed, becomes lighter through patience.

Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.

He will often have to scratch his head, and bite his nails to the quick. [To succeed he will have to puzzle his brains and work hard.]

The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.

The drunkard is convicted by his praises of wine.

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)

What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.