The only gain from the friendship of the great is a fine dinner.
Here we all live in a state of ambitious poverty.
Beasts of like kind will spare those of kindred spots.
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.
Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.
The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]