In adversity be spirited and firm, and with equal prudence lessen your sail when filled with a too fortunate gale of prosperity.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
Who then is free? The wise man who can govern himself.
He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.