I strive to be brief, and become obscure.

Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the load from anxious minds, and evokes talents. Thanks to the bottle's prompting no one is lost for words, no one who's cramped by poverty fails to find release.

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.

Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.

And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.

Whatever things injure your eye you are anxious to remove; but things which affect your mind you defer.

Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods.