Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
I shall strike the stars with my uplifted head.