In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a writeched life

Hidden evils are most dreaded.

Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.

He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?

The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.

The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.

If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.