Restrain thy mind, and let mildness ever attend thy tongue.
Rash, angry words, and spoken out of season, When passion has usurp'd the throne of reason, Have ruin'd many. Passion is unjust, And for an idle, transitory gust Of gratified revenge, dooms us to pay With long repentance at a later day.
Unless the gods deceive my mind , That man is forging fetters for himself.
Bright youth passes swiftly as a thought.
Surfeit begets insolence, when prosperity comes to a bad man.
Adopt the character of the twisting octopus, which takes on the appearance of the nearby rock . Now follow in this direction, now turn a different hue.