All men do not admire and delight in the same objects.
That best of blessings, a contented mind.
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.
As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.