Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.
That best of blessings, a contented mind.
There is measure in all things.
Good sense is both the first principal and the parent source of good writing.
In a long work sleep may be naturally expected.
What with your friend you nobly share, At least you rescue from your heir.