The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs down and prostates the mind also.
Adversity is wont to reveal genius, prosperity to hide it.
That I make poetry and give pleasure - if I give pleasure - are because of you.
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.