The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
The drunkard is convicted by his praises of wine.
It is difficult to administer properly what belongs to all in common.
Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?
Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your wild oats.
Come, let us take a lesson from our forefathers, and enjoy the Christmas holyday.