Spare the person but lash the vice.
For life is only life when blessed with health.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.