A hungry stomach rarely despises common food.
In vain will you fly from one vice if in your wilfulness you embrace another.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
Mediocrity is not allowed to poets, either by the gods or men.
The bowl dispels corroding cares.
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.