While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future
Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.
Designedly God covers in dark night the issue of futurity.
He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.
All things considered, nothing is beautiful.
Be brief, that the mind may catch thy precepts, and the more easily retain them.