It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
Calumny ever pursues the great, even as the winds hurl themselves on high places.
The more highminded a man is the more easily is his anger appeased.
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.
It is annoying to be honest to no purpose.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.