We are often deterred from crime by the disgrace of others.

While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future

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.

He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.

The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.

He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.

Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.