He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]
Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.
You are judged of by what you possess.
Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.
Despise pleasure; pleasure bought by pain in injurious.
The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.