Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
In going abroad we change the climate not our dispositions.
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.
Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
Forgetful of thy tomb thou buildest houses.