Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.
Designedly God covers in dark night the issue of futurity.
Acquittal of the guilty damns the judge.
A poem is like a painting.
It is said that the propriety even of old Cato often yielded to the exciting influence of the grape.
Does he council you better who bids you, Money, by right means, if you can: but by any means, make money ?