Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.
All things may corrupt when minds are prone to evil.
As the yellow gold is tried in fire, so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity.
Love is a believing creature.
Pleasure is sweetest when ’tis paid for by another’s pain.
Deadly poisons are concealed under sweet honey.
We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have.
Mad desire, when it has the most, longs for more.
Diseases of the mind impair the bodily powers.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
Passion persuades me one way, reason another. I see the better and approve it, but I follow the worse.
A frail gift is beauty, which grows less as time draws on, and is devoured by its own years.
Great is the strife between beauty and modesty.
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
To be thoroughly imbued, with the liberal arts refines the manners, and makes men to be mild and gentle in their conduct.
Beauty is heaven’s gift, and how few can boast of beauty.
Beauty, if you do not open your doors, takes age from lack of use.
Anger assists hands however weak.
Birth and ancestry, and that which we have not ourselves achieved, we can scarcely call our own.
Resist beginnings: it is too late to employ medicine when the evil has grown strong by inveterate habit.