He will be beloved when he is no more.
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.
It is said that the propriety even of old Cato often yielded to the exciting influence of the grape.
What prevents a man’s speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.
The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.
The higher the tower, the greater the fall thereof.
The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.
The question is yet before the court.
The sad dislike those who are cheerful, and the cheerful dislike the melancholy.
Tis pleasant to have a large heap to take from.
What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?
What has not wasting time impaired?
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.
We get blows and return them.
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.
Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.