All things change, nothing perishes.
Wine, not too much, inspires and make the mind,to the soft joys of Venus strong inclined,which, buried in excess, unapt to love,stupidly lies and knows not hom to move
Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.
The workmanship was better than the subject matter.
He whom all hate all wish to see destroyed.
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety.