While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future
There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.
One cannot know everything.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.
In labouring to be brief, I become obscure.