Fortune is not on the side of the faint-hearted.
Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.
Desire looks clear from the eyes of a lovely bride: power as strong as the founded world
Laziness is the mother of all evils.
The gods love those of ordered soul.
Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?