Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.

I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.

You will live wisely if you are happy in your lot.

Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.

You traverse the world in search of happiness which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all.