Let him who has enough ask for nothing more.
Is virtue raised by culture, or self-sown?
Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe
My liver swells with bile difficult to repress.
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she enthrones him in the heavens.
Whatever your advice, make it brief.