Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
HoraceIf a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him up, if too small it pinches him.
HoraceLet me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
Horace