He Whom The Gods Love Dies Young,

The Gods Confound The Man Who First Found Out How To Distinguish Hours! Confound Him, Too, Who In This Place Set Up A Sun-dial, To Cut And Hack My Days So Wretchedly Into Small Portions.

It Is Not Fair To Treat As Serious That Which Is Only Said In Joke.

It Is Best To Know The Worst At Once.

We Only Appreciate The Comforts Of Life In Their Loss.

The Gods Give That Man Some Profit To Whom They Are Propitious. [lat., Cui Homini Dii Propitii Sunt Aliquid Objiciunt Lucri.]