Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage.
Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.
The grammarians are arguing.
Despise not sweet inviting love-making nor the merry dance.