He who meditates a crime secretly within himself has all the guilt of the act.
Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
From where can your authority and license as a parent come from, when you who are old, do worse things?
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.
The love of money grows as the money itself grows.