Capture the day, put minimum trust on tomorrow.
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.
Carpe diem. (Seize the day.)
All things considered, nothing is beautiful.
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.