The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem on others.
To eat off another man's plate. [To live an another's expense.]
When the mischief is done the door is shut.
So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.