The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.
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.
Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs.
It is difficult not to write satire.
The man whose purse is empty can cheerfully sing before the robber.