Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
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!
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.
Keep thy hook always baited, for a fish lurks even in the most unlikely swim.
Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?
All things change, nothing perishes.