Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to reveal it.
Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.
The same (hated) man will be loved after he's dead. How quickly we forget.
From the egg to the apple.
Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.
Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.