This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.
Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at home.
When you fly from temptation, don't leave a forwarding address. Where there's smoke there's fire.
He who rushes headlong into love will fare worse than if he had cast himself from a precipice.
He is a friend who, in dubious circumstances, aids in deeds when deeds are necessary.
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.