Spare the person but lash the vice.
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?
Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.
He truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.