Work at it night and day.

What does it avail you, if of many thorns only one be removed.

Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.

If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.

Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.

Why then should words challenge Eternity, When greatest men, and greatest actions die? Use may revive the obsoletest words, And banish those that now are most in vogue; Use is the judge, the law, and rule of speech.

Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?