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.

Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.

Victory is by nature superb and insulting.

Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods.

To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour of the great; an experienced man fears it.

If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.

Work at it night and day.