You drown him by your talk.
Drink, live like the Greeks, eat, gorge.
The gods confound the man who first found out How to distinguish hours! Confound him, too, Who in this place set up a sun-dial, To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small portions.
It is easier to begin well than to finish well.
I regard that man as lost, who has lost his sense of shame.
A good disposition I far prefer to gold; for gold is the gift of fortune; goodness of disposition is the gift of nature. I prefer much rather to be called good than fortunate.