Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.
Words challenge eternity.
Oh! thou who are greatly mad, deign to spare me who am less mad.
He who is always in a hurry to be wealthy and immersed in the study of augmenting his fortune has lost the arms of reason and deserted the post of virtue.
Better wilt thou live...by neither always pressing out to sea nor too closely hugging the dangerous shore in cautious fear of storms.