He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
He wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure.
Summer treads on heels of spring.
There is a medium in all things. There are certain limits beyond, or within which, that which is right cannot exist.
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.