Undeservedly you will atone for the sins of your fathers.

Despise not sweet inviting love-making nor the merry dance.

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.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

Nos numeros sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but ciphers, born to consume earth's fruits.

To teach is to delight.

Our sires' age was worse than our grandsires'. We their sons are more worthless than they: so in our turn we shall give the world a progeny yet more corrupt.