Oh! thou who are greatly mad, deign to spare me who am less mad.
The things, that are repeated again and again, are pleasant.
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.
Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain.
Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.