Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.
I know all that better than my own name.
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?
The face that cannot smile is never fair.
You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.