ratio et prudentia curas,
Non locus effusi late maris arbiter, aufert.

[it is reason and wisdom which take away cares, not places affording wide views over the sea.]

Give me back my manly vigour, my black hair and ureceded brow
give me back the sweetness in my voice, my musical laugh,
the grief i knew in my cups when the delicious Cinara left me.

Now is the time to drink!

Virtue, dear friend, needs no defense,
The surest guard is innocence:
None knew, till guilt created fear,
What darts or poisoned arrows were

Vitanda est improba siren desidia. (One must avoid that wicked temptress, Laziness.)

He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise; begin!