Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
No man is quick enough to enjoy life.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish.