It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.

Tis man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.

Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.

The man does better who runs from disaster than he who is caught by it.

The best of things, beyond their measure, cloy.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.

The hearts of the great can be changed.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.

If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.

Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales, And the good suffers while the bad prevails.