Good hope is often beguiled by her own augury.
Happy the man who can count his sufferings.
We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.
The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.
I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.