The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.
If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
Let us both small and great push forward in this work, in this pursuit, if to our country, if to ourselves we would live dear.
It's a good thing to be foolishly gay once in a while.