What wonders does not wine! It discloses secrets; ratifies and confirms our hopes; thrusts the coward forth to battle; eases the anxious mind of its burden; instructs in arts. Whom has not a cheerful glass made eloquent! Whom not quite free and easy from pinching poverty!

Mediocrity is not allowed to poets, either by the gods or men.

As riches grow, care follows, and a thirst For more and more.

Anger is short-lived madness.

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

Who then is free? The wise man who can govern himself.

I have raised for myself a monument more durable than brass.