Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.
Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.
No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap
It is sheer folly when all is gone to lose even one's passage money.
There is nothing which power cannot believe of itself, when it is praised as equal to the gods.
A child is owed the greatest respect; if you have ever have something disgraceful in mind, don't ignore your son's tender years.