When we are dead; rugs are no richer than a quick-thorn bed.
To many men well-fitting doors are not set on their tongues.
Even to a wicked man a divinity gives wealth, Cyrnus, but to few men comes the gift of excellence.
Bright youth passes swiftly as a thought.
Surfeit begets insolence, when prosperity comes to a bad man.
Unless the gods deceive my mind , That man is forging fetters for himself.