If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
Your property is in danger when your neighbour's house is on fire.
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
Can you restrain your laughter, my friends?
What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.