Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.
However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.
It is grievous to be caught.
We are more speedily and fatally corrupted by domestic examples of vice, and particularly when they are impressed on our minds as from authority.
No poems can please long or live that are written by water drinkers.