A lover fears all that he believes.
Although they posses enough, and more than enough still they yearn for more.
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.
Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.
Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.
Those presents are the most acceptable which are enhanced by our regard for the donor.