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.
You drown him by your talk.
To love is human, it is also human to forgive.
He is a friend indeed who proves himself a friend in need.
The prudent man really frames his own fortunes for himself.
That man is worthless who knows how to receive a favor, but not how to return one.