Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.

Capture the day, put minimum trust on tomorrow.

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.

What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds, teaches new arts.

O citizens, first acquire wealth; you can practice virtue afterward.

Poets wish to profit or to please.

Acquittal of the guilty damns the judge.