Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.

The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.

If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid will lose its power.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys hornor, gold procures love

If you want to be loved, be loveable.

It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.