A host is like a general: calamities often reveal his genius.
Superfluous advice is not retained by the full mind.
He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
In a long work sleep may be naturally expected.
Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.