If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.
Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.
Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!