My liver swells with bile difficult to repress.
Seize the day [Carpe diem]: trust not to the morrow.
Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.
Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.
Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise.