Happy the man who can count his sufferings.
A pleasing face is no small advantage.
Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.
Even the gods are moved by the voice of entreaty.
Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships, the poor man everywhere lies low.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.