Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
I want to live, and die with you.
You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.
The Muse gave the Greeks genius and the art of the well-turned phrase.
God can change the lowest to the highest, abase the proud, and raise the humble.