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.]
Every man should measure himself by his own standard. [Lat., Metiri se quemque suo modulo ac pede verum est.]
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.]
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.]
In hard times, no less than in prosperity, preserve equanimity.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
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.
Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.
The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
Now, that's enough. [Lat., Ohe! jam satis est.]
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.]
I wrap myself up in virtue. [Lat., Mea virtute me involvo.]
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.
Enjoy the present day, trust the least possible to the future.
There is a mean in all things; even virtue itself has stated limits; which not being strictly observed, it ceases to be virtue.
Labor diligently to increase your property.
Those that are little, little things suit.
O citizens, first acquire wealth; you can practice virtue afterward.
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.
There is a middle ground in things.
Consider well what your strength is equal to, and what exceeds your ability.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
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