A greater liar than the Parthians.
The horse would plough, the ox would drive the car. No; do the work you know, and tarry where you are.
Superfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full.
O drink is mighty! secrets it unlocks, Turns hope to fact, sets cowards on to box, Takes burdens from the careworn, finds out parts In stupid folks, and teaches unknown arts. What tongue hangs fire when quickened by the bowl? What wretch so poor but wine expands his soul?
If virtue holds the secret, don’t defer; Be off with pleasure, and be on with her.
Mediocrity in poets has never been tolerated by either men, or gods, or booksellers.
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
Take too much pleasure in good things, you’ll feel The shock of adverse fortune makes you reel.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate’er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or fall below, You stare, look blank, grow numb from top to toe.
Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.
Keep clear of courts: a homely life transcends The vaunted bliss of monarchs and their friends.
By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
Can you restrain your laughter, my friends?
Catch the opportunity while it lasts, and rely not on what the morrow may bring.
Come, let us take a lesson from our forefathers, and enjoy the Christmas holyday.
Mark what and how great blessings flow from a frugal diet; in the first place, thou enjoyest good health.
It is good to labor; it is also good to rest from labor.
God made not pleasures for the rich alone.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.