When thou art at Rome, do as they do at Rome.

Once a woman parts with her virtue, she loses the esteem even of the man whose vows and tears won her to abandon it.

All I know is that so long I am asleep I am rid of all fears and hopes and toils and glory, and long live the man who invented sleep, the cloak that covers all human thirst.

Where envy reigns virtue can't exist, and generosity doesn't go with meanness.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.

Let the worst come to the worst.