It is sweet to let the mind unbend on occasion.
To know all things is not permitted.
Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
As riches grow, care follows, and a thirst For more and more.