The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.
Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.
The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour, but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?
No, but you're wrong now, and always will be.
Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.