Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a divine poet (to chronicle their deeds).
Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.
Busy idleness urges us on.
For, once begun, Your task is easy; half the work is done.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.