Words will not fail when the matter is well considered.
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.
Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
Wherein is the use of getting rid of one thorn out of many?
Anger is a momentary madness.
Life is largely a matter of expectation.