Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.
The love of money grows as the money itself grows.
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.
No one every suddenly became depraved.
A hairy body, and arms stiff with bristles, give promise of a manly soul.
The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.