Brighter than Parian marble.
Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.
Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.
That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
Take subject matter equal to your powers, and ponder long, what your shoulders cannot bear, and what they can.
Anger is momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.