Enjoy the present day, trust the least possible to the future.
Riches either serve or govern the possessor.
You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.
To marvel at nothing is just about the one and only thing, Numicius, that can make a man happy and keep him that way.
The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.