You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.