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.

Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.

No one ever became extremely wicked suddenly.

Beasts of like kind will spare those of kindred spots.

Be gentle with the young.

Of the woes Of unhappy poverty, none is more difficult to bear Than that it heaps men with ridicule.

We are too quick to imitate depraved examples.