Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and teaches new means for the accomplishment of our wishes.
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
Of what use is a fortune to me, if I cannot use it? [Lat., Quo mihi fortunam, si non conceditur uti?]
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
I am not what I once was. [Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]
Posterity, thinned by the crime of its ancestors, shall hear of those battles.
Refrain from asking what going to happen tomorrow, and everyday that fortune grants you, count as gain.
My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.
The foolish are like ripples on water, For whatsoever they do is quickly effaced; But the righteous are like carvings upon stone, For their smallest act is durable.
How does it happen, Maecenas, that no one is content with that lot in life which he has chosen, or which chance has thrown in his way, but praises those who follow a different course? [Lat., Qui fit, Maecenas, ut nemo quam sibi sortem, Seu ratio dederit, seu fors objecerit, illa Contentus vivat? laudet diversa sequentes.]
"Painters and poets," you say, "have always had an equal license in bold invention." We know; we claim the liberty for ourselves and in turn we give it to others.
It is not permitted that we should know everything.
Often a purple patch or two is tacked on to a serious work of high promise, to give an effect of colour.
Thou oughtest to know, since thou livest near the gods. [Lat., Scire, deos quoniam propius contingis, oportet.]
A man polished to the nail. [Lat., Ad unguem factus home.]
The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
Not worth is an example that does not solve the problem.
You will have written exceptionally well if, by skilful arrangement of your words, you have made an ordinary one seem original.
Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.
The man who has lost his purse will go wherever you wish. [Lat., Ibit eo quo vis qui zonam perdidit.]
Many terms which have now dropped out of favour will be revived, and those that are at present respectable, will drop out, if useage so choose with whom resides the decision and the judgment and the code of speech.
It is time for thee to be gone, lest the age more decent in its wantonness should laugh at thee and drive thee of the stage. [Lat., Tempus abire tibi est, ne . . . Rideat et pulset lasciva decentius aetas.]
Most virtue lies between two vices.
Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.
Shun to seek what is hid in the womb of the morrow, and set down as gain in life's ledger whatever time fate shall have granted thee.
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