Virtue consists in fleeing vice.
I shall not completely die.
The dispute is still before the judge.
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
The poets aim is either to profit or to please, or to blend in one the delightful and the useful. Whatever the lesson you would convey, be brief, that your hearers may catch quickly what is said and faithfully retain it. Every superfluous word is spilled from the too-full memory.
The drunkard is convicted by his praises of wine.