Time spent in the cultivation of the fields passes very pleasantly.
Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.
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
Nothing is stronger than habit.
It is ill to marry in the month of May.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.