The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.

No man is quick enough to enjoy life.

It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.

You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.

They let out on hire their passions and eloquence. [Referring to lawyers.]

Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.

You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.