Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.
Superfluous advice is not retained by the full mind.
Even play has ended in fierce strife and anger.
I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter.
In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.
The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive neck, whichever way the rider indicates.