Falling drops will at last wear away stone.

Were a man to order his life by the rules of true reason, a frugal substance joined to a contented mind is for him great riches; for never is there any lack of a little.

Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.

Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.

To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.

You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.