O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?

It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.

Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.

Against the bold, daring is unsafe.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

The gods behold all righteous actions.

Tis you, alone, can save, or give my doom.