In trying to be concise I become obscure.
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.
Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.
The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.
A corrupt judge does not carefully search for the truth.
Poets wish to profit or to please.