Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
When I caution you against becoming a miser, I do not therefore advise you to become a prodigal or a spendthrift.
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
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.