“Your descendants shall gather your fruits.”

Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.

Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.

Time carries all things, even our wits, away.

Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.

I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts.

Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.

She has a human face and as far as the groin she is a girl with lovely breasts, but below she is a monstrous sea creature, her womb full of wolves

Each of us bears his own Hell.

Time passes irrevocably.

All our sweetest hours fly fastest

No day shall erase you from the memory of time.

All things by nature are ready to get worse.

Look with favour upon a bold beginning.

A woman is an ever fickle and changeable thing.

All bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.

Fortune favors the bold.