That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed.
It is right for him who asks forgiveness for his offenses to grant it to others.
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.