In everything the middle road is best.
He is a friend indeed who proves himself a friend in need.
The fool too late, his substance eaten up, reckons the cost.
All men love themselves.
Wine is a cunning wrestler.
Property is unstable, and youth perishes in a moment. Life itself is held in the grinning fangs of Death, Yet men delay to obtain release from the world. Alas, the conduct of mankind is surprising.