What do sad complaints avail if the offense is not cut down by punishment.
I shall strike the stars with my uplifted head.
Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.
I court not the votes of the fickle mob.
The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.
Dare to begin! He who postpones living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.