Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.
I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.
Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
Everything comes gradually and at its appointed hour.
Hastiness is the beginning of wrath, and its end repentance.