Where belief is painful we are slow to believe.
Keep a mid course between two extremes.
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop
Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
Presents, believe me, seduce both men and gods.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.