The same (hated) man will be loved after he's dead. How quickly we forget.
Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.
The accumulation of wealth is followed by an increase of care, and by an appetite for more.
Leave the rest to the gods.
Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.
Mediocrity is not allowed to poets, either by the gods or men.