Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.
What each man feared would happen to himself, did not trouble him when he saw that it would ruin another.
There's a snake lurking in the grass.
In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.
Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses
None but himself can be his parallel.