Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.

Gold loves to make its way through guards, and breaks through barriers of stone more easily than the lightning's bolt.

Believe it, future generations.

Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.

The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others, dissatisfied with our own.]

In love there are two evils: war and peace.

Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.