Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.
Hate I shall, if I can; if I can't, I shall love though not willing.
Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.
Quarrels are the dowry which married folk bring one another.
If God be my friend, I cannot be wretched.