Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.
The same (hated) man will be loved after he's dead. How quickly we forget.
Sapere aude. Dare to be wise.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.