He who conquers, endures.
We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.
Oh, the cares of men! how much emptiness there is in human concerns!
Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies.
Is then thy knowledge of no value, unless another know that thou possessest that knowledge?
You pray for good health and a body that will be strong in old age. Good-but your rich foods block the gods' answer and tie Jupiter's hands.