The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.

There is measure in all things.

The covetous person is full of fear; and he or she who lives in fear will ever be a slave.

The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.

A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong.

To drink away sorrow.