The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others, dissatisfied with our own.]

Stronger than thunder's winged force All-powerful gold can speed its course; Through watchful guards its passage make, And loves through solid walls to break.

The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.

I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

Those who seek for much are left in want of much. Happy is he to whom God has given, with sparing hand, as much as is enough.

Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?

Life gives nothing to man without labor.