Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men.
He is covered by the heavens who has no sepulchral urn.
The abode of God, too, is wherever is earth and sea and air, and sky and virtue. Why further do we seek the Gods of heaven? Whatever thou dost behold and whatever thou dost touch, that is Jupiter.
I have a wife, I have sons: all of them hostages given to fate.
Learn on how little man may live, and how small a portion nature requires.
To strictest justice many ills belong, And honesty is often in the wrong.