Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach, So shalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse Fortune's pow'r; Not always tempt the distant deep, Nor always timorously creep Along the treach'rous shore.
Who after wine, talks of wars hardships or of poverty.
Let Apella the Jew believe it.
Nothing is achieved without toil.
And yet more bright Shines out the Julian star, As moon outglows each lesser light. [Lat., Micat inter omnes Iulium sidus, velut inter ignes Luna minores.]
The body loaded by the excess of yesterday, depresses the mind also, and fixes to the ground this particle of divine breath. [Lat., Quin corpus onustum Hesternis vitiis, animum quoque praegravat una Atque affigit humo divinae particulam aurae.]
Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve until the last day of their existence.
Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
Naked I seek the camp of those who desire nothing.
Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, yet she hurries back, And will burst through your foolish contempt, triumphant.
The body oppressed by excesses bears down the mind, and depresses to the earth any portion of the divine spirit we had been endowed with.
Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.]
The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
If anything affects your eye, you hasten to have it removed; if anything affects your mind, you postpone the cure for a year. [Lat., Quae laedunt oculum festinas demere; si quid Est animum, differs curandi tempus in annum.]
Now, that's enough. [Lat., Ohe! jam satis est.]
Ah Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life!
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
I wrap myself up in virtue. [Lat., Mea virtute me involvo.]
Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.
The envious pine at others' success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth, and set down as gain each day that fortune grants.
Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate'er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or fall below, You stare, look blank, grow numb from top to toe.
In hard times, no less than in prosperity, preserve equanimity.
Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.
Don't carry logs into the forest.
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