Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto you.
Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.
Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.
In love, a verse of Mimnermus has more power than one of Homer.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.