He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.
Be not for ever harassed by impotent desire.
There is nothing assured to mortals.
In love there are two evils: war and peace.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
Noble descent and worth, unless united with wealth, are esteemed no more than seaweed.