That best of blessings, a contented mind.
There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.
Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think that your delights will keep till another year.