He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
Everything that is superfluous overflows from the full bosom.
Who after wine, talks of wars hardships or of poverty.
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.
Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.