Give us this day the daily manna, without which, in this rough desert, he backward goes, who toils most to go on.
For always the man in whom thought springs up over thought sets his mark farther off, for the one thought saps the force of the other.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter sting to thee is a little fault!
He goes seeking liberty, which is so dear, as he knows who for it renounces life.
To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.
Between his legs were hanging down his entrails; His heart was visible, and the dismal sack that maketh excrement of what is eaten.
Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Reader, if thou to credit what is here Art slow, 'tis no surprise, since I can scarce Believe, who saw it all as clear as clear.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.
He listens well who takes notes.
Necessity brings him here, not pleasure.
Pride, Envy, and Avarice are the three sparks that have set these hearts on fire.
There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.
Love, which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet.