Whatever advice you give, be short.

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.

The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.

Those who covet much suffer from the want.

This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.

Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.

Forgetful of thy tomb thou buildest houses.