He tells old wives' tales much to the point.
Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.
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.
Frugality is one thing, avarice another.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?