There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.
Mediocrity is not allowed to poets, either by the gods or men.
Leave the rest to the gods.
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.
Anger is momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?