Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.