It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.
Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.
While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future
Don't long for the unripe grape.
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.
It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country.