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.

I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.

For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took its rise . The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.

Ah yes, the gods use us mortals as footballs!

It is not without a purpose when a rich man greets a poor one with kindness.

To an honest man, it is an honor to have remembered his duty.

It well becomes a young man to be modest.