I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
Plant no other tree before the vine.
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.
The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.