How vain, without the merit, is the name.
A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time
[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.
Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'