Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.

In the word of no master am I bound to believe.

Why then should words challenge Eternity, When greatest men, and greatest actions die? Use may revive the obsoletest words, And banish those that now are most in vogue; Use is the judge, the law, and rule of speech.

He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.

Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?

I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.