The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
There is need of brevity, that the thought may run on.
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
As a true translator you will take care not to translate word for word.
Summer treads on heels of spring.
What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?