It makes a great difference whether Davus or a hero speaks.
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.
Gladly take the gifts of the present hour and abandon serious things!
The same (hated) man will be loved after he's dead. How quickly we forget.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.