Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
As a true translator you will take care not to translate word for word.
Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain.
If you know anything better than this candidly impart it; if not, use this with me.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.