Make all fair allowance for the mistakes of youth.
Remote though your farm may be, It's something to be the lord of one green lizard-and free.
No god is absent where prudence dwells.
Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs.
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.
What day is so festal it fails to reveal some theft?