Once sent out, a word takes wings beyond recall.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Adversity reveals genius, prosperity conceals it.
Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine.
It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?
He who is upright in his way of life and free from sin.