Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
Forgetful of thy tomb thou buildest houses.
Better to accept whatever happens.
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.