Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
Much is wanting to those who seek or covet much.
Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.
Drive Nature from your door with a pitchfork, and she will return again and again.
Leave the rest to the gods.
Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise.