If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
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.
Be merry if you are wise.
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
Hidden evils are most dreaded.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.