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.

In everything the middle road is best.

It is a tiresome way of speaking, when you should despatch the business, to beat about the bush.

It is the nature of the unfortunate to be spiteful, and to envy those who are well to do.

I am undone! I have smashed the waggon. [I have ruined all.]

All men love themselves.

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.