To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.
Fame due to the achievements of the mind never perishes.
Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.
That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.
Love presses my head with carefully placed feet, wretch that he is, until he has taught me to detest chaste girls, and to live with no counsel.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.