The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
The hour of happiness which comes unexpectedly is the happiest.
What with your friend you nobly share, At least you rescue from your heir.
His anger is easily excited and appeased, and he changes from hour to hour.
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.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.