It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country.
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.
The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.