Come, let us take a lesson from our forefathers, and enjoy the Christmas holyday.
The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
Silver is of less value than gold, gold than virtue.
Refrain from asking what going to happen tomorrow, and everyday that fortune grants you, count as gain.
Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.
The man is either crazy or he is a poet.