You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

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

Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to reveal it.

We get blows and return them.

Seize the day [Carpe diem]: trust not to the morrow.

That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead.