Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.
From a single crime know the nation.
Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.
The wavering multitude is divided into opposite factions.
We have to thank God for this retirement.
In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.