But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!

Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.

Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.

Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.

No one ever suddenly became depraved.

The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.

Seldom do people discern eloquence under a threadbare cloak