You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.
It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.
Work divided is in that manner shortened.