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.
To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour of the great; an experienced man fears it.
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.
Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.
Let every man find pleasure in practising the profession he has learnt.
Learned or unlearned we all must be scribbling.
Kings play the fool, and the people suffer for it.
Joking apart, now let us be serious.
My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.
Never without a shilling in my purse.
Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.