Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor, a fugitive and wanderer, to escape from yourself, now vainly seeking to banish remorse by wine, and now by sleep; but the gloomy companion presses on you, and pursues you as you fly.

Welcome will arrived, the hour that was not hoped for.

It is sweet to let the mind unbend on occasion.

High descent and meritorious deeds, unless united to wealth, are as useless as seaweed.

A host is like a general: calamities often reveal his genius.

Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think that your delights will keep till another year.

It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?