All things considered, nothing is beautiful.
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
Nothing is swifter than rumor.
Increasing wealth is attended by care and by the desire of greater increase.
He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.