Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.

Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.

Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.

Shun to seek what is hid in the womb of the morrow, and set down as gain in life's ledger whatever time fate shall have granted thee.

The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.

We are more speedily and fatally corrupted by domestic examples of vice, and particularly when they are impressed on our minds as from authority.

Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.