Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.
When the lightning strikes but one, not one only does it terrify.
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!
The mind ill at ease, the body suffers also.
Those presents are the most acceptable which are enhanced by our regard for the donor.
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.