Let us seize, friends, our opportunity from the day as it passes.

Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.

Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape's rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water sprite; Here burning Bacchus rules tonight! Catullus, Selections From Catullus No poems can live long or please that are written by water-drinkers.

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

The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.

In a long work sleep may be naturally expected.

The things, that are repeated again and again, are pleasant.