A vagrant is everywhere at home.
Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.
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?
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
Some things are good, some middling, more bad.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.