You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.
Despise not sweet inviting love-making nor the merry dance.
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.
Even the good Homer is sometimes caught napping.
Teaching brings out innate powers, and proper training braces the intellect.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?