It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.

One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem on others.

Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.

Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.