At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
A jest often decides matters of importance more effectively and happily than seriousness.
When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?
Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine.
Be not for ever harassed by impotent desire.