He who rushes headlong into love will fare worse than if he had cast himself from a precipice.
For nobody is curious, who isn't malevolent.
Patience is the best remedy for every trouble.
Enemies carry a report in form different from the original.
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 our human lot, it is heaven's will, that sorrow follow joy.