Let what is irksome become habitual, no more will it trouble you.
Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.
Make good use of your time, it flies fast.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)
That which never has been, never is, and never will be.