When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.

Man looks aloft, and with erected eyes Beholds his hereditary skies.

"Gutta cavat lapidem." (Dripping water carves a stone.)

Whilst you are prosperous you can number many friends; but when the storm comes you are left alone.

There is a good deal in a man's mode of eating.

Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.

Let ancient times delight other folk, I rejoice that I was not born till now.