There is no glory in otustripping donkeys.
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.
Wine and women bring misery.