Never despair while under the guidance and auspices of Teucer.

Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

Pry not into the affairs of others, and keep secret that which has been entrusted to you, though sorely tempted by wine and passion.

He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.

Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.

I want to live, and die with you.

I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.