The thirst after fame is greater than that after virtue; for who embraces virtue if you take away its rewards?
Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.
Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.
All things may be bought in Rome with money.
The abuse of cabmen in a block.
A man who has nothing can whistle in a robber's face.