You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!
My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
If glory comes after death, I hurry not.
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can say, I do not love thee.
Although the words run speedily, the hand is swifter than them; the tongue has not yet, the hand has already completed its work.
Glory comes too late, after one as been reduced to ashes.
Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
Selius affirms, in heav'n no gods there are: And while he thrives, and they their thunder spare, His daring tenet to the world seems fair.