For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.

Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold.

Who is to guard the guards themselves?

Many commit the same crime with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.

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

It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.

It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.