The question is yet before the court.
Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.
There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so cultivates the golden mean avoids the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.
Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine.
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense now and then is pleasant. [Lat., Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem: Dulce est desipere in loco.