He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.

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.

What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.

In truth it is best to learn wisdom, and abandoning all nonsense, to leave it to boys to enjoy their season of play and mirth.

Whom does undeserved honour please, and undeserved blame alarm, but the base and the liar?

Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come unexpectedly, will be so much the more grateful.

Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your wild oats.